Verse I drank my fights,
Didn't fill me up,
An empty glass to shatter. Another broken shelf,
Make the pieces a path, To take me to my shelter. Winter left her mark,
One by one another flower,
Drunk on nostalgia of their nectar.
Chorus It's a different kind of feelingAll your troubles walk upright,
And when you dive they come up shortAttribute my pain to the season Walk my lonely self down To the river to pace the shore Verse 2 It's not yet spring,
And all the clouds are purpleI pulled thorns out of my skinThis is the thingI'm stuck in a circle I can't get out 'cause you fell in. Chorus 2 And I could use a little warmth nowAll my troubles melt away,
But they're frozen in timeAnd I could ask for summer, but what good is that for us,When you're still blind? Bridge Clean the pieces up from the groundAnd pour the drink out, this isn't you Who are you and what have you done,With my best friend?