December second

I lie here with my tattered blues
Trying to remember how I lost you.

I'd take you home, you would get scared (and throw a silent tantrum)

But trust me, I've learned how to cope with it because she's seething with emotion.No more piteous sobs, just a dark intrusion to the heart.

You'll wait
and contemplatehow it will (all) end
I've got no answer for you, sir
Just sit tight and enjoy the show.
Wait for the winter to end.