December was just too sad,
For her to call a home
Even with starry nights
And painted country roads
There was nothing I could do for her
That I hadn't done,
And my desperation eyes showed
More than I think they should
Have shown
She's just a whisper,
Paranoid of perfect people bound to disappoint
Her apartment life is easier
Than the one outside
She can't get by on promises
That I always deny
And my desperation eyes showed
More than I think they should
Have shown