My ceiling is just a washed out sky   With dead or dying moths within the light   I would lie down happily   And follow them whereever they are going      Is this the worst you've ever seen   My head is just a pinball machine   Without any bumpers    To help me keep my thoughts from rolling out      Tell me you can skip the day   And head out with me to the mountains   Theres no need to stay and work   They will get along just fine without you      I have my candles lit   My living room looks like a funeral parlor   My mother says it's dangerous   But she doesn't know how far I plan on going      So what good is a loving girl?   If'n she is gone in the morning   Sunlight slides across my floor   I swear to God I wish I'd never met her      I'm not gonna tell a girl   How much she ought to love me   You shouldn't have to tell someone   You shouldn't have to tell them what they're missing      So if you're out there listening   I don't want nobody to be sorry   Just help me pray to God above   To send some snow before the season's over