the world kills itself 
lay here and remember 
cold december
spiders in my eyes 
my anima 
my little love 
wasted opportunity 
quick to take your love from me 
you never say sorry 
marks on my body
your marks on my body 
i hope they never heal 
i hope this isn’t real 
i only see you when i’m sleeping 
i wish what i said, you believed it 
it’s a cold december, like your heart 
i’m on the frontlines for you 
don’t you know i’d go to war for you? 
i’ll take the rain out of your eyes 
i’ll wait if what you need is time 
It’s a cold december in your heart 
fingers turning blue 
nothing left to lose
i got nothing left to lose 
spiders in my eyes 
my anima 
my little love
i’ll really die for this 
don’t tell my therapist 
i’ll really die for this 
i guess none of this ever really mattered 
if you want me, serve me on a platter 
you are my anima 
you are my little love

COLD DECEMBER

moebia