If I wanted to know Who you were hanging with While I was gone, I would've asked you
It's the kind of cold Fogs up windshield glass But I felt it when I passed you
There's an ache in you Put there by the ache in me
But if it's all the same to you It's the same to me
* So we could call it even You could call me "babe" for the weekend
'Tis the damn season, write this down I'm staying at my parents' house
And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you and my hometown
I parked my car Right between the Methodist and the school that used to be ours
The holidays linger like bad perfume You can run but only so far
I escaped it too Remember how you watched me leave
But if it's okay with you It's okay with me
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Sleep in half the day Just for old times' sake I won't ask you to wait
If you don't ask me to stay So I'll go back to LA
And the so-called friends who'll write books about me if I ever make it
And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm faking
And the heart I know I'm breaking is my own
To leave the warmest bed I've ever known
We could call it even Even though I'm leaving And I'll be yours for the weekend
'Tis the damn season
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