I feel differently about the way snow piles up on my doorstep now, like a little wall.
We used to be friends, what happened to that?
I never reach out and you never call.
Another season in the city, another reason for it to pour.
Maybe don’t my anymore.
boots hallway our
I’m now image of your cold hand off the
get excited for the darkness, but what
number anymore.
We used get for darkness, what
Maybe you my number anymore.
Maybe you
you don’t my number anymore.
differently the snow on my now, a little