The first whiteness unfolds
One look out the window, and you were soaked
A muffeled sound as you rolled around
In the nearby refuge from the cold
Where your brother had transformed the bed
Into a ship that could keep you safe
But the [?] the sheets tonight
It's hard to recognize
With a head that fills with words that k**
When you run out of things to talk about
Leaning back on the curb
Outside her parent's house in the suburbs
Her first love was a hopeful one
And you were starry eyed 'till the earth that turned
Were you were the first born son
Of the marriage of hit and run
So ever since you've searched for things that can easily derail
And they did of course
When you shut those doors
And said "Strange, they never understood at all"
No, you were so hard to get
And all you see now are their silhouettes
As you keep your pace
Through the city scape
With its picture perfect snow
While the starlit night and city lights are fighting to let you know
That the innocence, yeah, was well spent
But it's time to let it go
'Cause you are a sharper pen, the best of friends
So what's there to cry about?