Coming back from winter, it always takes a little time to figure out just where my heart went on those February nights. The season seems to die. It’s too cold to go outside. I wanna take all that I can with me before I forget what was mine.
And all these hopes dreams, and all this wishful thinking, it always fails me and it always will.
Maybe we’re lost in some confusion with ourselves. It’s why we never wanna leave. Maybe we’re beat and broken, but our skin’s too thick, skin’s too thick to bleed
From the car mirror, I don’t recognize the streets and all the people that have come and gone, strangers in my home. Mistakes we’ve made, mistakes we’ve learned, I cannot take away with me, before, I forget what was lost.