you can't
you can't
convince me, dear

that it's better outside
than it is in here

but i know how it goes

it's expected and accepted
to stare blankly into the eyes
of the horrors of the real world
with foolish resolve

and although i wasn't born a fool

more and
more each
day i'm a fool for you

but it's so cold outside

and thinking twice
is my favorite vice

but be patient; be mindful

because
i may only be making ripples
in your ocean

but you don't know
how heavy it is to throw
each and every stone