Lyrics

February always gets me feeling some type of way
I am promised difference, but it is still the same
Long ago I gave up forcing joy and settled on feeling strange...

Scarlet hearts in chocolate shop window displays
Reflecting a bitter glimpse of my tired face
I suppose this anger in my heart spoils any honeyed taste

I'm not tryna be so cynical these days!
I'm remembering the ways you used to love me:
Pictures of the Buddha; crisp, golden afternoon
Wandering down alleyways, just me and you
Oh back when I loved you
Oh back when I loved you

Must admit, lately I've built resentment your way
Last thing you said about my head was your shit, anyway!
Old friend, you shoulda been more careful giving your thoughts away

But what of this anger in my heart?
If I let it go, must I begin again from the start?

I'm not tryna be so cynical these days!
I look fondly to the ways you used to love me:
When we took the train to Kamakura, all this life was new
Passing through emerald trees; the sea, a distant blue
Oh back when I loved you
Oh back when I loved you
Oh back when I...

Valentines in Kamakura; a memory with you…