i wore the dress i thought you loved
but my boots are filling with snow that you've
shoved off of the car
we climb in too, you finish first
i must catch up to you

you have had your fill, your fill of me.
you have had your fill, your fill of me.

how can i catch up when i don't want to,
how can i catch up when i still want you,
how can i catch up when i don't want to,
how can i catch up when i still want you...

-ingrid michaelson-
"December Baby"