My Mom Didn't understand why I was so upset in the ski lodge today.
If I told her the truth, she'd understand, but something made me hold my tongue.

If I look at my town, Skiing is a religion.
Everybody follows it.
The mountain is their place of worship.
I was in their temple in improper atire

My quiet footsteps with converse were overpowered by the sound of the thundering of numerous
Ski Boots
The quiet swish of my jeans was overpowered by the swishing of
Snow Pants

It wasn't just that.
The memories of what used to be also took a hold of me.
And all the pressure and all the pain seemed to come rushing back again.

All I wanted to do was crawl away and go back to the planet where I am
Welcome
Unfortunately, that's impossible.

When I go outside, my fingers freeze to hell,
You see, I forgot gloves as well.