I spent November trying to make my heart hard
Trying to cover up the tracks you left in my backyard
December felt like trying to slip an onion back into skin
And I hate myself for walking out
The way I hated you for walking in
I've been pushing through a lifetime of bad karma
For what I did when I was out in California
And I may not know my bad from good but I know thick ends up thin
And I hate myself for walking out
The way I hated you for walking in
I spent November trying to make my heart hard
And my hands are tired of the feel of wood and steel and my guitar
They want the touch of softer things, your skin, your hair, your skin
And they hate me now for walking out
The way I hated you for walking in
And now I've got nothing left, and there's nothing I got to be
And if I see you everywhere, it's cause you know where to be seen
We flew our love so high it came to pieces in the wind
And I hate myself for walking out
The way I hated you for walking in