Alice

Alice never came from anywhere

She was a habit of her mother's

She would tell all of her friends

While she blinds, another lover

I have everything I need

Four walls and the street lights

And I count them all, to unwind

From the wires and the rights

He said just burn all of my things

They never got me through in a hard time

Like a blacklight and some cheap wine

When the Winters all but gone, all but gone

I have no idea who you'll be

Four limbs and a heart beat

Two eyes and a mean streak

Alice, Winter's all but gone, all but gone

And we burn past the breakers

And the lights won't come on inside

And we can't tell just when to run to

And where to hide

The room had February's bleed

And it crept in through the floor seams

And it kept us up at night

When the water turns to ice, turns to ice