Our Love Will Dry Out On Christmas

Lights catch you asleep

and out there is freezing

this time of the year is the worst

I drive by your house

I stop by your window

dealing with the last bottle of wine

It's turning to 7 a.m.

I cheer to you, and after all

for christmas our love will be dead

You should be all right

and I smoke waiting someone

to ask me to light up her heart

Summer got sick

and so for the roses

you put'em in a diary

You sat and stared at a blur picture

Now I

Swear, dear

it's not a love song

I'm telling you this is the end

What I should understand? Child,

last part of this year

was the best

but enough for a lifetime

I got it at last.

Fill your eyes with black

when you think of the past

you love me the most,

but you'll never know (this).

Draw back you steps

as clocks spell the hours

timing the hurt in my chest.

No house by the sea,

and november left just

a bunch of words over your bed,

thrilling your head.

All words

dries out

just wait some day more and for

christmas our love will be dead.

It's turning into something I hate

(giving too much for none)

Nothing is left but

(giving so much to you)

the fact I can bleed without you.