We're in the dark days of us
February fever
I'm running a hundred degrees
My temper turns to ash
Feel sparkling slowly
But surely as the first freeze
And I've known a few men
To have professed their love of me
In cars and bars and beds
But never have I returned decree
You're my Achilles
We're in the home stretch of us
You bow out politely
I finish along
I stay joking
What was it?
Make a case it's not me
And convict myself anyway
And I'm
I've known a few men
To have asked for my hand
In songs and gestures grand
But she has been mine
Since the dawn of man
She's caroling with me


gone again
I'm howling at the moon
dragging myself through June
just to make it to the bar
on the corner
I don't lose it frequently
and it's alright if she escapes me
made it out by the skin of my teeth
fell so fast thought I'd never leave
you're my Achilles
you're my Achilles