The window fogs from my breath,
Catching the snowfall under a beam of streetlight, My face pressed up close, up close against,
And praying for accumulation all through the night.
Reveal evidence that you're easily broken,
These confrontations puncture the skin,
You're so easily broken,
Exposed and relentlessly bleeding from the cracks,
At that age when everything's seemingly life or death.
Please let the snow swallow the streets whole, Keep the bus from coming,
Let us stay home,
So we can avoid the daily drudgery, The cruelty fueled from laughter that will echo in our sleep.
Seasons, weakening the hold,
The blades dulled from the frost that hints at snow,
At that age when everything's seemingly life or death.
Warning the engine slowly turns, Stuttering awoken from the sounds of the shovels scraping concrete,
Please let the snow swallow the streets whole,
Keep the bus from coming,
Let us stay home. Adrenaline fuels my, Fist grinds my teeth through sleep.
Adrenaline fuels my,
Fist grinds my teeth through sleep.
Please let the snow swallow the streets whole, Keep the bus from coming, Let us stay home.
Please let the snow swallow the streets whole,
Keep the bus from coming,
Let us stay home.
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