Murphy’s

That sad winter, you know the one
That you like to talk about
Because it makes you a certain way
This certain play
You put on when pretty girls are around

Where you’re broken and profound
I’ve awoken to the sound of your unattached case, that woody clang
I could’ve sang but I didn’t
Because I won’t give you that
You’ve given me plenty
But when you sent me off it broke me a bit
And you rope me back in and I’ll play along
But I won’t sing the whole song to the end

I’ll pretend to an extent
Until I’m spent and you’re hungry for more
And I’ll think of the shiny wood on the floor
And that’s enough for me, it’s enough for me
It’s enough for me
It’s enough for me
It’s enough for me
It’s enough for me
It’s enough for me
It’s enough for me

But it’s not enough for you anymore