Wintermoths
How can I miss you, if you don't leave?
How can I choke you — if you won't breathe?
How can I smoke without a light?
Wake in the morning—without last night?
How did we get here from there?
The winter moths are in the trees
Making resolutions to feed on springtime leaves
Defoliators—drawn to sex and light
It's best to keep the porch lamp off at night
'Tis the season to despair
Your pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty please
It's such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty tease
Like trying to win
At chess without checkmate
Or listen to a Beatles song without the middle eight
What keeps me coming back for more?
Instead of walking out the door?
One foot on the driveway, the other in the car
You wouldn't make it very far
I guess that life just ain't fair
Is this the bed that we have made?
Can't tell if I'm the master or the slave
Can't stand up and be counted with my
Head in the sand
Or make it to the encore without beating up the band
What keeps me coming back for more?
Instead of walking out the door?
One foot on the driveway, the other in the car
I wouldn't make it very far
Guess that life just ain't fair
Guess that life just ain't fair
Guess that life just ain't fair
How can I choke you — if you won't breathe?
How can I smoke without a light?
Wake in the morning—without last night?
How did we get here from there?
The winter moths are in the trees
Making resolutions to feed on springtime leaves
Defoliators—drawn to sex and light
It's best to keep the porch lamp off at night
'Tis the season to despair
Your pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty please
It's such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty tease
Like trying to win
At chess without checkmate
Or listen to a Beatles song without the middle eight
What keeps me coming back for more?
Instead of walking out the door?
One foot on the driveway, the other in the car
You wouldn't make it very far
I guess that life just ain't fair
Is this the bed that we have made?
Can't tell if I'm the master or the slave
Can't stand up and be counted with my
Head in the sand
Or make it to the encore without beating up the band
What keeps me coming back for more?
Instead of walking out the door?
One foot on the driveway, the other in the car
I wouldn't make it very far
Guess that life just ain't fair
Guess that life just ain't fair
Guess that life just ain't fair
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Writer(s): Christopher Gleason
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