December killed the best of me.
and i just called and i just wrote to say goodbye.
cuz i'm afraid when the snow clears
here won't be much left of me.
December killed the best of me I've been worn away by birthday memories
and galleriesof pictures in my head of you when I'm away.
I'd do anything to keep this fear from flowing through my veins.
I'd stay awake and fret just for you. There are two great days in a person's life:
The day they're born, and the day they figure out why  the best things happen when you dont try
or wish on an eyelash,
just open your heart to a strange thing. Let's run away to a place where the air tastes like rain
and the sun shines like Sunday morning.
You bring your laugh and I'll bring my sense of humor,
and we can taste the days, one week after another. Two miles between you and me
But there might as well be an ocean
It's hard to believe we lost everything
We might as well be strangers
Cause I'm flying kites into the wind
And watching my life fall to pieces
And I'm painting pictures with all your lost letters
And hoping to just carry on  Something's very wrong here
Your heart has frozen over
And something's very strange here
You've lost all desire
The comfort we create to prove we're something
But we're starving
You're screaming in the night 'cause you want answers
From the one
And there is hope again Lay off the coffee, and the Kafka and the coughing.
Lay off the means to the ends and mean what you say more often.
Lay off the, laying off the smiling, the trying.
Lay in me, lay on me, lay on me 
Hey montana take your daughter back
It's clear she needs your care
These bustling
Streets are icy veins of a beast who snuffs her prayer
Her bones and the truth show through. You've got your Texas way of walking.
You've got your sexy way of talking.
let you get all under my skin,
but now your welcome has worn thin.
So next time you go, don't come back again. You got your big city shoes on in this one stoplight town
and i hate to say it sweet heart, but your only bringing me down.
No i aint got much money and i aint got much charm
But i learned more about life than youll ever know down on daddys farm  one day the dreamers died within us
when all our answers never came
we hid the truth beneath our skin
but our shadows never looked the same
It's hard to believe that I would let myself
get so wrapped in you.
There's got to be something that would
be worthwhile for me to give to you.
We need a connection but you
seem to push me far away from you Is this thing of ours still on?
for I haven't slept a wink since you have been gone
Now I want to be buried in your backyard
and when the flowers grow just know you're still in my heart
You're still in my heart In the grass at Union Square I touched your face,
pushed back your hair And said
"The days go by, they go by oh so slow"
And in a room, upon your bed we tangled arms
and crossed our legs
When you sleep alone, the days go oh so slow Contrary to what the cynics say,
distance is not for the fearful...
it's for the bold.
It's for those who are willing
to spend a lot of time alone
in exchange for a little time
with the ones they love.
It's for those knowing a good thing
when they see it,
even if they don't see it nearly enough And you never write me letters
and you never sent my sweaters
so i could stay warm when i was without you.
Without you i don't sleep, just dream... 
I tried my best to fight the atmosphere,
to think the happy thoughts that leave the phone lines clear.
I see Arizona stars from here, but Peter Pan is miles away. I take a walk down to the shore
and I wonder how much longer I'll sustain these steps
It's been a month since I've been gone
And its been a month too long since
You have graced me with your presence in the car,
the radio leaves me searching for your star,
a constellation of frustration;
driving hard,
singing my thoughts back to me,
and watching heartache on tv. 
the light collects and projects your heart
onto a movie screen.
and if you close your eyes,
we're always going to be that way;
the way we were that night and we'd lay there in the darkness
like this dream of you i had
where we captured all the fireflies
and knew what time we had could be counted on our fingertips
that almost made you cry
but you let me hold you tightly as we said all our goodbyes
may i say i loved you more on this coldest of january nights
we drive out past the runway
and watch the planes go flying by
the runway lights are the deepest blue
like the colors of your eyes
so close them tight
and kiss me one last time 
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