Winter is over
I think I got closure
I mean, I got closer
Than I was before
All of my lessons
So painfully sober
You prefer
Learning them
The night before
Yes, you do
Everything I know
I owe to perspective
It's not as if you
Weren't dancing all night
Everything you know
You owe to forgiveness
Like, if you don't call me
I'm not gonna die
Alright?
If you don't call me
I'm not gonna cry
No, I ain't
But 1, 2, 3
I don't mean a word of it
Counting my breaths
And the steps to your house
I don't mean a word of it
Wonder how long until
You figure me out
Or not
Winter is over
I wish you were sober
Or happy or different
At all since I've left
But every lesson I had to learn over
I learned in the end
When I learned for myself
No one else
I don't mean a word of it
Counting my breaths
And the steps to your house
I don't mean a word of it
Wonder how long 'til
You figure me out
Or not
Or not
Winter is cold now
And all that I know
Is how
Love disappoints
If you dare live it out
Good then, I know
What it takes to grow old
So I'm going back home
I'm not leaving the house
Or: winter was hard
We drove fast, we went far
Stayed as long as we had to
Didn't come back for weeks
When we returned
We went straight to the bar
To an unfamiliar bed
And uncomfortable sheets
And dear,
Since I'm not home
I won't mind if you leave
One– two- three - I didn't mean.
Who said you could
Count on me
Counting my breaths
Counting my breaths
Onetwothree I didn't mean
Who said you could
Count on me
Counting my breaths