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