I'm not very good at freely holding it all
Together when people change my mind
The future turns to present time
And all that's left is something in the winter
You have avalanches full of thoughts, I don't ever ask for much
It's often good intentions that aren't seen through
I burn through conversation quick
They ask me why I'm doing this
But I could never ask them to understand my point of view
I'm not very good at freely holding it all
Together when people change my mind
The future turns to present time
And all that's left is something in the winter
Something in the winter
Something in the winter
Her eyes they hold a glimmer
Of something in the winter
Roll another feeling into a paper and smoke it into the the sky x3
And reminisce the teenage times when I forgot entirely how to smile
Something in the winter x4
Roll another feeling into a paper and smoke it into the the sky and
Reminisce the teenage times when I forgot entirely how to smile
I'm not very good at freely holding it all
Together when people change my mind
The future turns to present time
And all that's left is something in the winter