My smile filled with contempt
Compliments your dry eyes as they try to swallow me
Standing in front of this house we burned down years ago
The black cloud hangs silently over as a sign or a hint
Each winter stronger than the one before it
Each winter that comes close to wiping us out
Each winter that leaves us with frostbite in our limbs
Each winter that seems to last forever, it may last forever
Our friends, family walking by and staring in utter shock at the charred frame of our house
We stand in front, smiling
What's wrong?
Nothing, why do you ask?
We're dying
We won't survive another winter
And if we do I won't be able to stand the week-long spring
It's just too sad
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 10:09 PM UTC
My smile filled with contempt
Compliments your dry eyes as they try to swallow me
Standing in front of this house we burned down years ago
The black cloud hangs silently over as a sign or a hint
Each winter stronger than the one before it
Each winter that comes close to wiping us out
Each winter that leaves us with frostbite in our limbs
Each winter that seems to last forever, it may last forever
Our friends, family walking by and staring in utter shock at the charred frame of our house
We stand in front, smiling
What's wrong?
Nothing, why do you ask?
We're dying
We won't survive another winter
And if we do I won't be able to stand the week-long spring
It's just too sad
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