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