six months of winter (2:37)

Many a day
I gave myself to you
Without question,
Without recourse,
Blindly assumed
That you were in this love for two ...

Six months of winter --
I counted the days,
a long-distance commitment,
I was faithful, oh I prayed
That you would come home safe;
Prayin' never did me any good, anyway.

I feel the coldest of colds
At your name
But I can't help nature,
Can't help my brain,
Oh you used to be my muse
Now every poem comes down to you.

This isn't news to me,
I should've known
On the day that I wished
To change how you were prone --
The love I felt I never meant to;
It hurts the most to want what hurts you.


"Six Months Of Winter" © 2015 Annie Oakley Music
Words and music by Sophia Babb & Joanna Grace Babb