Winter in New England

Darling can't you see these days are growing shorter?

Biting winter cold, best intentions fail to grow

Feel the anger growing warmer, now kicking and flailing desperately

Holding breath to keep on breathing

And I hope I don't sound bitter

But it's true that I'm a quitter

After all - after all

I could blame it on the weather

Say I'm trying to get better

But I'm not - but I'm not

A blade and knife that don't cut - a cut above the rest

A killing spree of letters and apologies not granted

With muscles made of metal, skin made out of clouds

Winds blow harder yet the fallen leaves keep in touch

And I hope I don't sound bitter

But it's true that I'm a quitter

After all - after all

I could blame it on the weather

Say I'm trying to get better

But I'm not - but I'm not

And I'm sorry

You wasted all your love on me

A sour mix of apathy and regret

I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry

That I'm someone you'll never forgive

And I hope I don't sound bitter

But it's true that I'm a quitter

After all - after all

I could blame it on the weather

Say I'm trying to get better

But I'm not - but I'm not

And I hope I don't sound bitter

But it's true that I'm a quitter

After all - after all

I could blame it on the weather

Say I'm trying to get better

But I'm not - but I'm not

Turn it around - say it out loud

Say you won't - say you won't

Turn it around - say it out loud

Say you won't - say you won't