December's Traditions - Frightened Rabbit




December's traditions suck the last of summer from our

cheeks

Draws the curtains, strips the trees

In so-called living rooms, Scottish pastimes come to roost

Love's labors stain a linen sheet



The ghostly body who makes his bed beside you

Is slowly losing teeth

The boy needs sunlight and a shot of modesty

He needs to get some sleep



It's not the answer, sticking plaster on a shattered bone

What do you need? What do you need from me?

It's not the answer, treating cancer like a cold

What do you need? What do you need from me?



After months of grieving, well fuck the grief I'm leaving

Will you leave with me?

The blood loss, the towering cost of mouth to mouth and

tongue to tongue

The lick brings warm, metallic taste



I can't correct myself

Convince you that there's no-one else

In volumes of new leaves

If you want a saint, you don't want me



It's not the answer, sticking plaster on a shattered bone

What do you need? What do you need from me?

It's not the answer, treating cancer like a cold

What do you need? What do you need from me?

It's not the answer, well I'm just begging to be told

What do you need? What do you need from me?

If I had the answer, I'd write a book on what I know

What do you need? What do you need from me?



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