Winds hit my back cold as I remember and caught me off guard in the middle
of December. Sometimes a crowd of room can feel the most alone. Sometimes
. I wonder why I won't pick up the phone when
to
do I see your picture.
Oh,
I'll wait for
in a break.
Me,
so
I've tried and no, there's nothing left. Hm.
Ok.
Even if I do
and, uh, what
always,
that's right
from that,
that,
yeah.