Season of the Sneeze

In celebration of Babs Iverson's third anniversary as a wonderful Vocal creator and her 300th story, please enjoy my entry in her unofficial challenge, Ask Me In December. See my lyrical inspiration below to reference the melody.

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Three years gone and I'm still fighting with your ghost

and she's hogging all the blankets while I'm busy burning toast

and every time I think I've got a handle on my broken heart

your whisper comes round telling me, alone's not what you thought

and I say,

ask me in December when the weather's back to cold

and I haven't got the impulse

to come break your bloody nose

and you’re not only one to make mistakes --

but now I find

every thing about that girl's a bloody warning sign

and I

loved you once, but I cannot remember why

and I recall

you fell apart, every time a teary eye

and now

I'm happy on my own and I'm good to say goodbye

ask me in December and I might just make the time...

and I

love Virginia but you're the Season of the Sneeze

and I

hate to think of how you've fallen to your knees

and it's

half my fault - ya know, I know I'm hard to please

but you

left for good and now

I know what's good for me

//

and I

love Virginia but you're the Season of the Sneeze

and I

hate to think of how you've fallen to your knees

and it's

half my fault - ya know, I make it hard to breathe

but you

left for good and now

I know what's good for me

... and you're no good for me

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Inspired by Noah Kahan's Stick Season

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