There you go my sweetheart
Here is my last tear...

Quiet contemplation
My reflection in glass like a ghost...

If you should dare to set my love alight
Can you be sure to handle a hot blaze...

How sad that I crave the drama of strife
The storms and the gloom that oft puncture my life...

I sink into your softness
You know my curves so well...

The eggs have gone off
And the milk is sour...

The terrible tragedy of telling the truth
The love that's lost when lips are loose...

There must have been a time
When I was pure and life was well...

I warned you I'd be trouble
You knew it from the start...

Can we please skip all the nonsense
Stop beating around the bush...

'Tis the season to be jolly
And jolly I shall be...

Waiting for change
Can't move forwards or back...