Caught up in your threshold
of pain and growing old,
But I'm nowhere near that old,
for all my thoughts to feel so cold.
And your words pile down like snow
Building fast, but leaving slow.
A melody pitched, in perfect adagio.
Lift me high just to throw me low
You shine but you're nowhere near gold.
Let all your demons unfold.
A heart that's black and freezing cold,
I ripped the grip from your choke hold.
I'm someone you'll no longer know.
How's my salt taste mixed in all your snow
I watch you die from my window.
Your end brings on the perfect glow
Of a debt that I'll no longer owe,
The chill forgives, drifting further now
Suddenly, it doesn't feel so cold.
Knocked your wind speed down to zero.
I have melted all your snow.
Here in my own arms, I am finally consoled.