It's been 24 years
And every 52 weeks
I realize it's been 365 days
And I'm months away
From this fucking winter thawing
Every year
It's something we all think:
"Yeah it's pretty but why the fuck do we live here"
Friends and family that ties us
to this place
That's all I can think of
when I see this look
on my face
The expression reads of fear
The expression reads of love
I get lost in the air
Like a lonely little dove
Flying thru the air
When all his little friends
were taken on time by that man
for their appointment
At that pretty girls wedding
Where those birds were released
In a place so much warmer I know
It's Somewhere not so near
I know that in this frozen state
I'm in a frozen state
And I don't really know how to make myself feel great
Until the winter thaw
Every year
It's something we all think:
"Yeah it's pretty but why the fuck do we live here"
"Yeah it's pretty but why the fuck do we live in the midwest"
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