In the Kitchen

It was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low As winter slowly stumbled home The air felt differnt and it started to show As every breath resembled smoke I was short of opinions and I wanted to know If you'd still be here tomorrow Cuz it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low As winter wrapped around Chicago The T.V.'s on too much And I don't ever think enough About the things that matter most Or what can make me old And there's no argument For wasting time much better spent Complacently replacing A melody with smoke I don't expect a smile when I come home I hope there's not enough to fill a hole I'm further from the source to feel the floor It was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low As winter slowly stumbled home The air felt differnt and it started to show As every breath resembled smoke I was short of opinions and I wanted to know If id see your face tomorrow Cuz it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low As winter wrapped around Chicago The T.V.'s on too much And I don't give a flying fuck About the things that matter most Or what can make me old And there's no argument For wasting time on the internet Complacently replacing A melody with smoke