i lost my head last winter
a forty, coup d'etat
so take this akward splinter
from my lover's back
i would give up myself for you
i repeat i repent i repeat
oh baby does this bore you?
or are you attached to me?
we'll make it through this winter
the black dog on my shoulder
built with my decaying brains
but you look so perfect always
yeah you always steal the frame
but i feel so sick this winter