Holding the wall up, and feeling alone
You pick up the receiver, but hear dial tones
And suddenly stronger, you dial the phone
Unwrapping the number crumpled on your desk
You swim in uncertainty, but pray for the best
Cause things always turn around, you'll bounce back I guess
Ask if they're still hiring part time
You request dollar bills, but you only make dimes
As if living your life is such an awful crime
Brag to the waitress, you survived another day
As you throw your old poems into the ash tray
Hopefully your dreams will thaw out by May
But being a Winter, you feel more alone
You stick to the wall, and your skin becomes stone
Cause the Walls will not stand, if you decide to leave home
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