December's traditions suck the last of summer from our cheeks
Draws the curtains, strips the trees
In so-called living rooms, Scottish pastimes come to roost
Love's labor's stain linen's sheet
Verse 2: use verse 1 chords
The ghostly body who makes his bed beside you
It's not the answer that's taken plaster of shattered bone
What do you need, what do you need from me
It's not the answer to the cancer like the cold
What do you need, what do you need from me?
Verse 3: use verse 1 chords
After months of grieving, fuck the grief I'm leaving