You would always talk so loud
Makin' those familiar sounds
Walking in a rhinestone cloud
Thinking that you hate me now
Carried in a horse-drawn hearse
Stumble over every word
Maybe I could make this work
Maybe I could make this work
Said I'm cold like the snow in December
She change just like the weather
I don't know if I'll ever get better
If I'll ever get better
(Where do we go from here?)
Drive through Boston to remind myself of the pain
This is all, this is it
This is all I've ever wanted
I thought we could talk to each other
We were so blinded by the love of another
You call me cynical, get it from my brother
Moved to the city, it still feel like a suburb
Carried in a horse-drawn hearse
Stumble over every word
Maybe I could make this work
Maybe I could make this work
Said I'm cold like the snow in December
She change just like the weather
I don't know if I'll ever get better
If I'll ever get better
