[1st Chorus:]
Sleeping in this cold apartment
Makes no sense when you're not in it
And at night, it gets so quiet,
I can't even hear the silence

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, I'm just being honest
Another winter like this, and I'mma leave for tropics
I bet at night, the concrete, it never freezes on 'em
They've never seen us bloodshot freaks with fever on us

Brother Moss, said he thinks I need to be admonished
I got a Master's degree, he think I speak ebonics
No degree, but married the owner's niece's daughter
They on some hipster (scratch), worship on some vegan altar

My pop won a trophy needs to be re-polished
My uncle passed away without the slightest reason for it
And I was gone and missed his funeral on some selfish (scratch)
The only absentee-I won't forgive myself for it
Regrets'll fester with a goal to leave the sheep to slaughter
Used to living life with purpose, now I'm sleeping longer
Used to grow and stay in green, at least a season longer
But peak at summer stopped peaking in receding corners

[2nd Chorus:]
I can hear my upstairs neighbor
Putting down a crying baby
Everybody starts a family
I can't even pay my heating

[Verse 2:]
Yeah, when I'm forty-six, overweight and lifeless
And can't escape the fate of age and middle crisis,
That's when I'll think about my daddy
In his jet-black Brian Fantana locks
Ron Burgundy mustache
Back when he and mama
Really loved each other
Before the therapist and silence
And the run-for-cover
I love my brothers,
But now it's like
We don't know each other
We'd take a bullet,
Can't take the time to phone each other

Overheard this guy screaming,
"You know that I love her. She think it's cold feet;
I just don't want her to suffer
I know I trust her...what if I was unfaithful?"
I've seen this (scratch) too many times in life and it's painful
Ain't like I'm ungrateful
I'm just unstable
She feelin' like she's running out of time for the baby
And I want a baby
But I can't imagine how I'd ever raise
Another life to thrive with this baggage

[3rd Chorus:]
If this life gets any colder,
They might forecast snow tomorrow
Everything I love feels empty
Nothing speaks to me but TV

[Verse 3:]
Yeah, I'm colder than I've ever been
This city sidewalk rips away your second skin
I don't belong here, I wasn't born here
Foreign transplant, been gone for four years
That's four years too long
And two nephews born that kinda-sorta know me from a song
And random jpegs,
They want me back home
it's King David sinking in the folly of his wrongs
Rising of the sun psalms, and setting of the same
Fickle friends forgetting and remembering your name
Gradual decline and loss of innocence and shame
Wrinkles on your skin, and say the mirror is to blame

The past begins rewinding 'til it gets you in the frame
divine and passive have no common lineage or plane
It's the pictures of a stained-glass window on the silver screen
in some cathedral in a city that you'll never see
It's vague resemblance to an image that you'll never be
And pays the penance for the plans you never meant to keep
It's the gray fog that settles under kitten's feet
and flips the weatherman the finger while the city sleeps
It's the blatant loss of sympathy that pity keeps
and it's the patient heart when dyin' out but still it beats

Little forecast ain't for the rest of the night.
It's cold and dark and it'll last you the rest of your life.

Lyrics submitted by CivilDissension, edited by fineanddandan

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