lyrics:

my ceiling's just a washed out sky
with dead or dying moths within the light.
i would lie down happily
and follow them wherever they are going..

is this the worst you've ever seen?
my head is just a pinball machine
without any bumpers
to help me keep my thoughts from rolling out..

tell me you can skip the day
and head out with me to the mountains,
there's no need to stay and work,
they will get along just fine without you..

i've all my candles lit
my living room looks like a funeral parlor,
my mother says it's dangerous
but she doesn't know how far i plan on going..

so what good is a loving girl
if'n she is gone in the morning?
sunlight slides across my floor,
i swear to god i wish i never met her..

i'm not gonna tell a girl
how much she ought to love me,
you shouldn't have to tell someone,
you shouldn't have to tell 'em what they're missing..

so if you're out there listening,
i don't want nobody to be sorry,
just help me pray to god above
to send some snow before the season's over..