After Winter

I don't think I have more I can offer
I don't think I'll like you after winter

Know I've been ringing
But you're on another line
cnd I've been singing
Bout the harm you cause inside
Might shave my hair off
Saw a white one in disguise
Stress is a tea kettle
Know that it won't subside

I don't think I have more I can offer
I don't think I'll like you after winter
Sat down round your table with your armor
Should I try to be another texture

Say you'd love me better if the people loved me too
But that's not how it works if you're trying to build a new
Know I can always get home on my own
Don't call me a taxi
Even politely
If you don't want me
Just say it

I don't think I have more I can offer
I don't think I'll like you after winter
Sat down round your table with your armor
Should I try to be another texture