Is this war?
Or just the truth

December might be over,
atleast its not for me
I'm still cold and I don't care
Its for the better they say
And if its true, that I was your last kiss-
I hope it burns your lips right off your face
so you can never kiss again

Let's Leave it at this,
Because any more conversation will lead to more depravation of you
Just know this is the last one that goes out to you

Don't stand,
You're falling backwards fast when you do speak
The Lights hits those who are not hiding what I seek
The next time i want to see your face, is at your funeral
And when they close the casket I'll make sure they lock it just in case

I'd love to sing my heart out,
but there's nothing left to sing out of
That's why this is the last one that goes out to you