Clovercroft

Well I burned December to the ground
You watched the snow fall all around my lies
On pen and paper I look fine,
but If I had to show my self control, I'm sure that I'd drown
So slow
And If you should pull me out, I'd appreciate the thought,
but it's not who you are and I'm not who you thought
This is not my home
And all of my mistakes have been made with you