this damned season!

i hate his reflection,

his friends, and his sister

and then i hate myself for ruining the winter

who’s gonna to tell her?

she’ll pay for that whiskey later

and i’m sure my melodrama entertains you

when i bleed through his cuts

when i’m adorned with wounds

is my intoxicated pain graceful enough for you?

i blame my undying faith in him

somehow i became the victim again

and the word gets around

i look for him through the crowd

and i know just how foolish i sound

i’m always losing

someone i never had

i am the ice

breaking from hell

when i ring his cell

i’m always complaining

blaming the winter crash

it’s something about this damned season i think

12 months clean,

i’m beginning to understand

the holiday breeze,

the Christmas trees,

and the lit up streets

it’s so beautiful now that i’m free

and i blame my blinded love for him

i curse all their cheers to this damned new year

and the word gets around

i lose him in the crowd

i guess the war is over now

i’m always losing

someone i never had

i am the guilt

rising from hell

when i ring his bell

i’m always complaining

blaming the winter crash

it’s something about this damned season i think