with your hands in his hands i'm waiting
for things to change
when you're off in the back of the van
and i'm hating everything
the frost is thick and i'm missing
you so bad
it's never hurt this much before
november nights are more than i can stand
*these words, they hurt
so much more, than you could say to me
always, you say
"i'm sorry...i'm so sorry"

with my heart on my sleeve, i'm feeling vulnerable
with my neck on the line, this will be that last time
yeah, this will be the last time