Sounds of the Season Ending by Timothy Seth Avett As Darling Lyrics

My ceiling's just a washed out sky
With dead or dying moths in the light
I would lie down happily
And follow them wherever they are going

Is this the worst you've ever seen
My head is just a pinball machine
Without any bumpers
To help me keep my thoughts from rolling out

I have all my candles lit
My living room looks like a funeral parlor
My mother says it's dangerous
But she doesn't know how far I plan on going

So what good is a loving girl
If'n she is gone in the morning?
Sunlight slides across my floor
I swear to God I wish I'd never met her

I'm not gonna tell a girl
How much she ought to love me
You shouldn't have to tell someone
You shouldn't have to tell them what they're missing
So if you're out there listening
I don't want nobody to be sorry
Just help me pray to God above
To send some snow before the season's over