It's Going To Be A Cold Winter - Ceremony

Come to reality, keep your feet on the ground.

All I know now is regret, nine months of shit.

How do you fake a fucking smile just to bury it?

Hold on to your memories for as long as you can;

It might be the last thing you ever feel in her.

We hold onto our grudges, teach ourselves to forget.

Burn bridges, sink ships, 'til the bitter end.