Good for spring, because my winter really was
Such a bother, I lost touch
I've learned to move on

When finally the band comes in,
The sound surrounds and drowns out,
Everything holding them down has caused the
Weather to fit too well to the drama this has put us through,
but finally I can sing just what I please.

Me and her, are forever off and on,
I always miss her when she's gone.

Well I found there's nothing left of me,
I'm just pleasing people who promise me
He was never my friend at all.

I let the the wind blow, pack my bags and go,
Which way feels home?

She always wins the war,
without a drop of blood .
But that doesn't make her happy.
No, that won't make her...

When finally the band comes in,
The sound surrounds and drowns out,
Everything holding them down has caused the
Weather to fit too well to the drama this has put us through,
but finally I can sing just what I please.


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Post Traumatic Winter Disorder song meanings
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