waking up around midnight, it is freezing cold   i have 143 reasons to wake myself   waking up in a cul de sac, it is freezing here   i have 143 reasons to hate myself      it's lonely and cold, it's december now   i'm calling to let you know i will let you down      picking up to your father telling me he'd rather see me dead   i have 143 reasons to bite my tongue   pacing now, racing through my thoughts, checking the weather down south   i have 143 reasons not to run      it's lonely and cold, it's december now   i'm trying but i'm afraid i will let you down      falling through the ocean to the bitter and weathered sun   or i could lie to you and tell you that may is my favorite month   crawling through the ocean to the bitter and weathered sun   or i could lie to you and tell you that may is my favorite month      it's cold and lonely, it's december now   i'm calling to let you know that i won't let you down