December's Traditions - Frightened Rabbit

December’s traditions suck the last of summer from our cheeks

Draws the curtains, strips the trees

In so-called living rooms, Scottish pastimes come to roost

Love’s labor’s stain a linen sheet

The ghostly body who makes his bed beside you

Is slowly losing teeth

The boy needs sunlight and the shock of modesty

He needs to get some sleep

It’s not the answer;

sticking plaster on a shattered bone

What do you need, what do you need from me

It’s not the answer;

treatin' cancer like a cold

What do you need, what do you need from me?

After months of grieving, fuck the grief I’m leaving

Will you leave with me?

The blood loss, the towering cost

Mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue

The lick brings warm metallic taste

I can’t correct myself, convince you

That there’s no one else in volumes of new muse

If you want a safe, you don’t want me

It’s not the answer;

sticking plaster on a shattered bone

What do you need, what do you need from me?

It’s not the answer;

treatin' cancer like a cold

What do you need, what do you need from me?

It’s not the answer, I’m just begging to be told

What do you need, what do you need from me

If I had the answer, write a book of what I know

What do you need, what do you need from me?