143

waking up around midnight, it is freezing cold
i have 143 reasons to wake myself
waking up in a cul de sac, it is freezing here
i have 143 reasons to hate myself

it's lonely and cold, it's december now
i'm calling to let you know i will let you down

picking up to your father telling me he'd rather see me dead
i have 143 reasons to bite my tongue
pacing now, racing through my thoughts, checking the weather down south
i have 143 reasons not to run

it's lonely and cold, it's december now
i'm trying but i'm afraid i will let you down

falling through the ocean to the bitter and weathered sun
or i could lie to you and tell you that may is my favorite month
crawling through the ocean to the bitter and weathered sun
or i could lie to you and tell you that may is my favorite month

it's cold and lonely, it's december now
i'm calling to let you know that i won't let you down