The cold pacific ocean
Painful to the touch
Reminds me of the last year
Just a little bit too much
And I know we're over our heads
We can't take back things we said meant
And I know now wherever I'm sent
I'm going alone
I met you in December
You loved me through July
But hated me in August
And wouldn't tell me why
Left me in September
Shook the dust right off your shoes
October was a nightmare
November was the blues
I know I'm over my head
I can't take back the things that I've said
And I know now wherever I'm sent
I'm going alone