pint of happiness

This indian summer
I'm out of my wits again
Always seems to go by so fast
Now it's hanging on far too long
I want to shake this one
Can't seem to shake this one
Can't seem to let it go

And the winter comes
It shuts me in
And I can't move
And I can't breathe
And I can't find myself lost in December again

It's the good and the bad
And it's all the in between
It's been locked aways, 11 months on
It's been set free to flutter down those times
So peaceful but I'd rather anything than December again
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"See you soon"

The last words that I thought you meant
They were the last words you said to me
I sunk like a rock
Hook, line and lie
Like the veins that are flowing, you were streaming away... away.