It gets harder to forget her, come December
When the alder branches bare their crooked chassis into view
The birds run from the bitter touch of winter
And all the while I long that I can vacate this hell too
Cut through the roots
But there's always you to play me like a fool
To read me like a book
Who always let me down when I needed you

Caroline had the eyes of a habitual liar
Black as night behind a siren's kiss of ocean blue
Desiree played the victim through wit and through whim
But despite all her tears I never felt like I was cruel
The way you make me do
You could make a stone heart croon
As you tie the noose
And it's only you who plays me like a fool
Who reads me like a book
To hang me from a dream and never cut me loose