Somebody told me not to worry about my situation 'cos I could always have it worse than I do. True enough. But reading an ice cold kiss-off letter makes it kind of hard to keep the glass half full.
Somebody told me not to worry ‘about my situation, ‘cos I could always have it worse than I do.
They say that I should never think of time as hibernation, ‘cos when your winter finally comes, what will you do?
And now the leaves are falling all around.
And your frozen letter’s on the ground.
With words, they’re colder than the winter air that I am breathing.
They’ve got me wondering if half what you wrote is true.
Like how to tell me I’m the king of lies and of pretending with all these second handed masks that I can’t see thru.
I do admit my games of keep away were never ending, but even when I’d lose myself I’d find you.
And now the leaves are falling all around.
And your frozen letter’s on the ground.
Your words, they’re colder than the winter air that I am breathing.
They’ve got me wondering if half what you wrote is true.
And you know that it’s true yeah,
Don’t tell me, no you don’t tell me it’s true.
Don’t tell me, no you don’t tell me it’s true.
Don’t tell me, no you don’t tell me it’s true.
And how my eyes strain over white on white
Your words – their darkness in the blinding light
Your words, they’re colder than the winter air that I am breathing.
They’ve got me wondering if half what you wrote is true.
And now the leaves are falling all around.
And your frozen letter’s on the ground.
No don’t tell me no.
No don’t tell me it’s true.
No don’t me no (no)
Somebody told me not to worry ‘bout my situation.
