December blew in with cold smoke—

Leaving our imprints in the snow.

Melted the icicles into oceans

And then the birds sang of peace.

Leaving our imprints in the snow,

Cigarette teeth and nicotine dreams.

And then the birds sang of peace.

Brighter days are ahead.

Cigarette teeth and nicotine dreams—

I ashed what remained in the snow banks.

Brighter days are ahead

But first let me shed my shadow.

I ashed what remained in the snow banks

For every snowflake that said I was too ordinary.

But first let me shed my shadow

In favor of chasing after the sun, love struck and quite insane.