I should mention I was thoroughly tanked on sangria when I made this one. It just seemed appropriate...

the cold collides, outside, oh woe this hopless day, the warm resides, inside, makes me want to cry the emotions, that i hide, oh woe this hopless way, confide with the sky, don't ask me why and the branches swining, and the animals play…

it's like, falling, without a sense of down it's like feeling, without a hint of doubt it's like melting without a pot to hold your soul it's like failing but without ever being told I'm fading, away their story could be our story their…

amused, desire to feel inside and will i mean it confused, and scared of what I'll find, and will I believe it it's just a scratch but infection has already set it we go on like the world will never end no fear of tomorrow, no fear of today…