I’m trying to stay warm
But snow’s falling through
My window
That I cannot close

I wish it wouldn’t storm
The ice that forms on
My clothes
Is out of my control

I hear it all again
Stories of greater men
Wish I could be like them
Wish I could be like them

But who would I be then
A stranger in my skin
I’ll never be like them

Forget it
I’m not committed
Pathetic useless and too slow

Like fire fueled by desire
Burned out for so long that I’m cold
Product of naive and young love
Fat fuck with nothing to show so

Ignore me do nothing for me
Get what you give it’s getting old
So sick of being told
That I don’t care

We’re all unknown
Got nothing of our own
It’s only fair

I’d ask them for advice
What do my worthless
Friends know
What makes them think I care

I lie awake at night
My sentimental
Mind blown
Alive and unaware