I spent the end of last October crying on your shoulder.
I'll just never win.
We're going through this,
I'm not even there. I'm never there.
My mind, it could use a little peace and quiet.
My soul wouldn't mind a warm place to hide.
My ears are red and sore from always standing in the snow.
My lungs need air. I spent it on all the "thanks yous" and "goodbyes."