Letras:Screeching Weasel. Television City Dreams. The First Day Of Winter.

the days are shorter now but you remember now i just wish that you weren't remembering that way you're gonna kill yourself everything is gray everything is not okay and i can't talk to you until i see some light and that could take some time the snow and cold keep me inside i mark the days off on my calender i'm doing time the first day of winter's here and it's going on thirteen years now and it makes me wanna go what happened to you you used to be so beautiful how did you slip so far how did you end up strung out after all this time it doesn't matter now start from the beginning now you've got another chance and i'll always forgive you i will and pretty soon

we'll go and don't you hate that fucking life the one the assholes of the world always romanticize the first day of winter's here and it's going on thirtenn years now don't it make you wanna go the days are shorter i hope you'll remember that i'll always be there whenever you're ready to start from the beginning but time is moving fast time to get off your ass clean it up and get out and get on with it now and keep on trying and i'll wait for you outside i'll meet you where we planned and we'll keep moving there's still time the first day of winter's here and it going on thirteen years now don't it make you wanna go