i had been cutting paper flowers for hours in your basement
you'll never have a real tree in december — don't like the idea of buying something dead for the purpose of decoration
i could sacrifice the smell of pine for a lack of pining
please don't let me continue to feel this way if all i'll do is wait
i don't know if the situation will ever change
if it was ever to blame in the first place
and it's okay to tell me you're uninterested if it means we can still be friends;
the only way i will ever leave on you
is if you ask me to