These confrontations puncture the skin
Please let the snow swallow the streets whole
Seasons, weakening the hold the blades dulled
At that age when everything is seemingly life or death
Keep the bus from coming
The cruelty fueled from laughter that will echo in our sleep
Reveal evidence that you are easily broken, you're so easily broken
At that age when everything is seemingly life or death
Exposed and relentlessly bleeding from the cracks
Catching the snowfall under a beam of streetlight
Let us stay at home so we can avoid the daily drudgery
And praying for accumulation all through the night
Adrenaline fuels my
From the front that hints the snow warming engine slowly turns
Stuttering awoken from the sounds of shovels scraping concrete
