I often write here about how much I love my city. Well, I just wanted to state plainly the infatuation is over. I am currently deciding if I will continue to give my love to this city and if this city will love me. It is possible we have had our fill of each other.
"December Baby"
Ingrid Michaelson
The colored lights, they brightly shine.
Unlike your eyes avoiding mine.
The snow is folding sheet upon sheet.
Our hands not holding as we cross the street.
You have had your fill your fill of me.
You have had your fill your fill of me.
I wore the dress I thought you loved.
But my boots are filling with snow you shoved
Off of the car we climb into.
You finished first, I must catch up to you.
You have had your fill your fill of me.
You have had your fill your fill of me.
How can I catch up when I don't don't want to?
How can I catch up when I still want you?
You have had your fill your fill of me.
You have had your fill your fill of me.
December baby, you are my,
December baby, you are my,
December baby, you are my,
December baby, you are mine.
It does not snow here, but you get the point.
1 comment:
This post is hilarious.
I love it.
And I'll make break-up food when you need it.
-amy
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