Collective Soul December

Why drink the water

from my hand?

Contagious as you think I am

Just tilt my sun towards

your domain.

Your cup runneth over again.

Don’t scream about

Don’t think aloud

Turn your head now baby

Just spit me out

Don’t worry about

Don’t speak of doubt

Turn your head now baby

Just spit me out

Why follow me to higher ground?

Lost as you swear I am.

Don’t throw away your basic needs,

Ambiance and vanity.

December promise you gave unto me

December whispers of treachery

December clouds are now covering me

December songs no longer I sing