anthropology 101

My face is on fire my legs wont give in
It doesn't mean much but im happy you're here
When you're next to me
And I'm sure to get frostbite eventually
You hand me your jacket
But knowing you, you're bound to freeze

When saying our prayers I think of her
You light a cigar and we huddle together
To keep you warm
Your watch says it's midnight
We pause to breathe
You say it's your birthday
I laugh, you smile and hand me a drink



Credits
Writer(s): A. Max Adams
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