don’t get me wrong I know something is wrong
and now we’re gonna dance a different song
no lovers or blankets are keeping me warm
between two cities decisions are torn
when you leave, sometimes you leave a lot
I came up with thoughts, and this is what I got
I would say that I think it’s a good thing
I left that fucking hill
cause next time I slipped on ice
I was fucking staying there
and as “man” has discovered
ice is fucking cold