Waking Winter

I don't enjoy this.

I should talk to someone, I should get it fixed.

Waiting around, waiting around.

I'll come back cold, crawling on the ground.

Feeling sorry.

I was a little bit comfortable then they had to come for it.

Leaving is hard, waiting is harder.

Give me a push and i'll go farther than I would've.

I took another hit, once upon a time.

And then the world got wet.

I felt sleep coming and I invited it in.

Waking winter.