Given Up

At the end of December When there's time to remember A little snow may fall on us all Birds are gone and trees are bare And I've been looking everywhere for you It's not as bad as it seems Got cigarettes got magazines Still winter nights are lonely and long Still I look to find your things and all the memories they bring Maybe you might think of me Have you given up on us Is this the new you being you Don't feel I'm getting through Have you given up on us Is there nothing we can do I'm trying to get through to you I just hate it - don't seem fair When you pretend that you don't care All because we disagree You left without a thing I watched you stand there wondering About what was left between us Don't be there when the heat is here You always have a place right here, my dear