(Intro)
I'm not much of a charmer
Just the boy who grinds his teeth
The boy who grinds the coffee beans
She sees me underwater
As she skates my eyes secrete
And she wonders what the blade marks mean
The season of the snowman
The season of the pine trees
Weeping needles fresh from wind's beatings
As a blanket, I am fleeting
As a mirror, she's lost to me
And I'm sure her scarf and mittens disagree
Tell me, what am I s'posed to say
When you're kissin' mе away
Just before you're cryin'
I should lеave 'cause you're ashamed
Sometimes we're both no good
Sometimes we're both no good
So go on, run
I'm not much of a charmer
Just the boy who grinds his teeth
The boy who grinds the coffee beans
She sees me underwater
As she skates my eyes secrete
And she wonders what the blade marks mean
The season of the snowman
The season of the pine trees
Weeping needles fresh from wind's beatings
As a blanket, I am fleeting
As a mirror, she's lost to me
And I'm sure her scarf and mittens disagree
Tell me, what am I s'posed to say
When you're kissin' mе away
Just before you're cryin'
I should lеave 'cause you're ashamed
Sometimes we're both no good
Sometimes we're both no good
So go on, run
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