It's cold in my room since you left me There's no metaphor in that I'll never choose early December to get my heart broken again They call it cuffing season for a reason Here I am With my wings spread out wide open But the weathers harsh And I can't get down And I miss your ground Ooo hoo Ooo hoo When the air is chill and pretty And when the trees all drip with light I start to think you would have loved it Then I think that all the time And the sinkhole is a doozie I fill with movies and calls to dad To keep my head above the water But it feels so nice When I sink beneath The maladaptive dream Ooo hoo In an apartment that I never knew Stuck on our daily bedtime sudoku I think I'm grieving decorating with you Decorating with you Decorating Ooo hoo Ooo hoo Ooo hoo