I could be your desert baby
Barefoot in the bathroom
I could try and make you breakfast
So that you feel better
The weather
Never changes when i want
It's been so many months
The feeling like we're both wanting to pop
Only when i'm in the street
I'm running to get home
So i can wait for you to call
Seven at my door
I feel alarmed
When i'm with you
When i kiss you
I feel part of myself slowly slip away
Snow falls
But it doesn't settle
How long until the end of winter?
The end of forever?
I want to feel again.
Lorna wrote me a sweet letter
Asking how i was
I said i'm working hard and i am
Drinking lots of coffee
But you're so heavy
I didn't tell him what you did
I feel just like a kid
Can't tell the things apart from what they've been.
Maybe just because it's cold
We feel we're getting old
Is nineteen years too long to be alive?