Hot water, lights out
Ten, eleven, twelve
I always come back again
My stomach, rolling and rolling
Pushing and pulling
Yelling and smashing
At me
Should I be sorry?
"The winter is just messing with me"
Messing with my head,
While I'm messing with the heater
I'm playing with my life
Just trying to be sweeter
Messing up the sheets,
Pulling them closer
Scratching at my skin,
The ceiling all in colors