December Time and Sycophant

Since you've gone now
now you got rid of me
you dyed your hair brown
does blond remind you of me?
In my heart I got a tatoo
in the place you left it in
I'd love to kiss you now
and put out a cig on your lips

Round December time room begins to spin
I put a burn in my throat because you're a sycophant
find tools to treat you
or fuck you or whatever else

Since you've gone now
you got no one else - pain
you can't drive
but you'll get on alone
Septemeber time you think your
getting older
you can't seem to get it in your head
that you got colder