The corners singed Smoke rising It was on too long So not surprising Next time I won't read: The email, the text, or the Instagram message. Tomorrow I'll forget I'll flick the switch And my mind will drift Like a balloon sailing out to sea And once again burnt toast Will be waiting for me
in an old blue car driving on the highway in the snow i gripped the steering wheel my knuckles turned white like the road my heart didn't beat it trembled crying, mirroring the weather i think god would've wept today if he were here at all
With friends and family near, Holiday cheer is here Even though it's been a trying year. And though we've shed some tears, With more to come I'm sure, Let's raise our wine, eggnog, or beer In honor of us for making it And in honor of those who aren't with us physically anymore.