Trees are all stripping off for winter
Somehow that reminds me of you
Sitting in the passenger seat
My life it used to be so complete
Though I might phone you up this Christmas
And pretend that I haven't missed you
There are layers of self-deception
And I've reached the bottom without question
I don't wanna talk about it
Bitterness and inadequacy
Inadequecy
I am far from overjoyed
I screwed the whole thing up and that I can't avoid
Caught up this cul-de-sac
I really want my old life back
Trees are all stripping off for winter
I really hate December
It's a 31-day graveyard
I think I'm ready for the scrapyard
I don't wanna talk about it
Bitterness and inadequacy
Inadequacy
I am far from overjoyed
I screwed the whole thing up and that I can't avoid
Caught up this cul-de-sac
I really want my old life back