It’s the kind of thawing of winter that leaves the snow pocked and dirty and old
With the kind of wind that caresses your bones gentle and cold
And scrapes naked branches against your heart
It’s a graying of seasons, it’s taking my pleasant illusions and tearing them apart

And it causes me to wonder when you slipped into inevitability
And it causes me to consider how long I’ve been dancing with reality

Who was it that sowed the seeds of sadness in your soul
Was there a moment in your life when you realized that eventually you’d lose control
Every word that you don’t say brings me closer to realizing what I know
Even if I maintain some semblance of faith, you’re still going to let yourself go

I wrote a birthday greeting on a bathroom stall in the flock of angry letters
I knew it wouldn’t save anything at all, or really make me feel much better
The acrid scent filled my lungs like some non-toxic rhapsody
The futility a sweet resistant harmony

But it was my outcry against your goddamn fallability
And it was my outcry against the humanity of humanity

Who was it that sowed the seeds of sadness in your soul
Was there a moment in your life when you realized that eventually you’d lose control
Every word that you don’t say brings me closer to realizing what I know
Even if I maintain some semblance of faith, you’re still going to let yourself go

Even if I maintain some semblance of faith, you’re still going to let yourself go