The cold bites bitterly at my face Figures, the night I decide to go for a walk This unseasonably warm winter turns to mace Liquor warms but ultimately steals
The breath turns to ice on my face The ice has a way of boiling my emotions Bringing them to the surface Until they're all out of space
The liquor causes flushing Not only in the cheeks But in the skin and in the the weeks My skin tells more than I ever could
Time tries but can't tell all Just like my cheeks the story comes from nothing But it blossoms nicely Into a beautiful rendition of the emotions within