Watch the snow compile The ebb and flow of foot traffic
The powder crushed and compact in our grip I'll throw some at you And laugh when I miss Retaliate with better precision Cold smacks upside of my face Way to repay
Give me some affection A little less aggression No, not another story About those that came before me No, oh
Waited so patiently For everyone else to leave They're not important At least not to me I'm not anti-social You fulfill those needs
Names I can't connect to faces Places I'd rather not be I'm already complete
It's not your fault No, not at all I'm the only one responsible 'Cause you're so well-adjusted I'm a hater with no conscience No, oh
The pain of glass Three inches deep Somehow cracked And the door that leads
The stairway of your old apartment, old apartment Fireflies are buzzing Fluorescent lights Layer peeled with every few steps Beads of sweat drip down my neck I'm a nervous wreck
Why are you always depressed? Does everything make you this stressed? Why are you always drowning? It's the same sea that surrounds us No, oh
Now give me some affection A little less aggression No, not another story About those that came before me No, oh
Compositor: Jarrod Evan Gorbel ECAD: Obra #5020042