Favorite Season Lyrics

I'm done growing for the year

I've heard all I want to hear

Gonna drop my leaves, scatter my seeds

And get the hell out of here

I've been getting dark early these days

I could stand to change my ways

Need to turn on a light before the dark of night

Starts playing games with my brain

I've been getting colder at night

I don't care so much about what's right

I just pour a glass and let the evening pass

And in the end I give up without a fight

I've been hanging lower in the sky

I won't look you in the eye

I just carry on as if nothing's wrong

And I'll let you wonder why