Winter

January looks
The way it feels
Like snow mixed with dirt
Underneath four wheels
I'm leaving soon
Can't wait to go
I'll wear bright colors
For a few days or so
My passenger seat has no
Room for you
No space in my suitcase
What I went through

Between where I've been
And the scenes in my head
I couldn't find anything
Or anyone else
Now I know there's more to see
Than the little you promised me
I'm not afraid to say it to your face
Last winter was a waste

January looks
The way I choose
I'll find some sunshine
Or I'll go somewhere new
Your leaving soon
But I'm already gone
In the middle of nowhere you've
Waited too long
My passenger seat
Holds my Dad's guitar
The stickers on my suitcase
Show that I've come so far



Credits
Writer(s): Victoria Jane Horn, Darren Isaac Tate
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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