December - Braids

Lost my heart to the winter

Takes some time of getting used to

There’s a road I visit often

Where it forks off from view

Cross my fingers hope to die

Ask myself aloud reprise

Is there life after goodbye

What are we living for

What am I living for

Pick yourself up off the floor

Take a walk and then once more

Visit your good friend next door

Talk about your screaming thoughts

Feels like the dawn is at noon

Walking whenever I do

Help

Feels like death’s song is moving in