Lyrics:

Trees are all stripping off for winter
Somehow that reminds me of you
Sitting in the passenger seat
My life, it used to be so complete

Thought I might phone you up this Christmas
And pretend that I haven't missed you
There are layers of self-deception
And I've reached the bottom without question

[Chorus]
I don't want to talk about it
The bitterness and inadequacy
Inadequacy
I am far from overjoyed
I screwed the whole thing up, and that I can't avoid
Caught up this cul-de-sac
I really want my old life back

Trees are all stripping off for winter
I really hate December
It's a thirty-one day graveyard
I think I'm ready for the scrapyard

[Chorus]
I don't want to talk about it
The bitterness and inadequacy
Inadequacy
I am far from overjoyed
I screwed the whole thing up, and that I can't avoid
Caught up this cul-de-sac
I really want my old life back