Season

Crushed Dixie cup
Pushed your luck
Rollin' the shade up
Holdin' your breath

Butt peekin' out
Of the black cherry bows
Careful you don't
Burn 'em down
With your stare
Of death

How to hang on to the love you get
And how to make it stretch
How to keep doin' the things you should
How to hang on to feelin' good

Crushed Dixie cup
All used up
You trust your gut
And your gut lies

Pink turnin' brown
On the black cherry bows
Fallin' to the ground
What could that possibly symbolize?

Maybe it's not enough being right
You've got to prove it all your life
How to hang on to the love you get
And how to make it stretch
How to keep doin' the things you should
How to hang on to the days that felt good