Song About Winter

There's a man outside my front door

In a chair every evening

He likes to smoke a cigarette

And always says hello

I like that he's consistent

And doesn't fear commitment

And pending my monogamy

That's how I'd like to go

I'd rather die in Brooklyn than

Spend a day in Texas

I'd rather call my mother

Than visit her at home

I prefer my skylight

The dust under my table

And nothing is more stable

Than a man who sits alone

I heard that it is snowing

In the town that I grew up in

I wept as the leaves fell

For every day I spent

Trying to twist myself

Into the person you imagined

I guess I'm just a person now instead

And what good's repeating

All the same decisions

The benefit of doubt

Is dodging recognition

Does it count as drowning

If you don't ever sink

Better put the bottle down and think

I found the list you wrote me

Of reasons why you loved me

Most of them were insults

I guess it was a sign

You always said that planning

Took fun out of the present

And now I guess you're present

In someone else's time