Sounds of the Season Ending

My ceiling's just a washed-out sky
With dead or dying moths within the light
I would lie down happily
And follow them wherever they are going
Is this the worst you've ever seen?
My head is just a pin-ball machine
Without any bumpers to help keep my thoughts from rolling out
Tell me you can skip the day
And head out with me to the mountains
There's no need to stay and work
They will get along just fine without you
I have all my candles lit
My living room looks like a funeral parlor
My mother says it's dangerous
But she doesn't know how far I plan on going
So what good is a loving girl
If she is gone in the morning
Sunlight slides acroos my floor
I swear to God I wish I'd never met her
I'm not gonna tell a girl
How much she ought to love me
You shoudn't have to tell someone
You shoudn't have to tell 'em what they're missing
So if you're out there listening
I don't want nobody to be sorry
Just help me pray to God above
To send some snow before the season's over



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Seth Avett
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