Long before the winter had passed 
While we still had our dreams 
You used to say there’ll better days 
Just you wait, you’ll see. 
Chasing Victorian dreams of roasted apples 
And the smell of morning scones 
Of candlelight and carriage rides 
Of wintergreen and snow. 
He slept for days, he never changed the clock 
At daylight savings time 
Till spring had come, the hands had caught up 
My love was left behind. 
He said, “You never do enough for me.” 
I said, “Well, you never pull your weight.” 
He said, “How can you leave in such desperate times?” 
I said, “babe, it’s not gonna change.” 
I’ve learned more than I wanted ‘bout how to win a fight 
Nothing that I would boast 
I’d rather have learned to be more kind 
To those I loved the most. 
I wish I’d learned to be more kind 
To you, who I loved the most.