Crooked alignment Yellow laces Strangely familiar faces Over or under-dressed They read the weather wrong Second-hand ski jacket matching The fake purple leather I haven't had it for long Freezing home Fingerless gloves A distant lo-fi rhythm Of what ill never write What ill never write to you What i'll never write What i'll never write to you Though i want to Fake fluorescent lighting Drawing attention to Our most infavourable features Pen stained lips Coffee stained boots Frozen hands under a frozen moon Freezing home What i'll never write What i'll never write to you I never think im right with you You just feel at home, you feel like home to me Heading home with a stomach full of milk And several silk scarves wrapped tightly around my neck The yellow light reflecting Off the cold train track Freezing home