I'm just waiting for the winter
For when people light fire on the streets
For when they're huddled up to absorb the heat
And I'm standing on the other side.
Your letters in my hand
Your smell in my nose
It was I who chose
To throw the letters aside.
To see them devoured by the flame.
To hear them calling your name.
Hoping it's the last I see of you.
And behind my finger, trying to hide.
Praised be the lord who sent winter
A blessing to broken hearts.
We can burn our sorrow,
Forget tomorrow,
And pretend to have a fresh start.
I'll be waiting for the winter
for when I can burn all that you've sent.
Then I'll watch it curl in the fire
And I'll watch it fueling my resent.