They're taking down the lights and cardboard snowflakes
They're boxing up the angels and the stars
They're stripping the trees naked and dumping them on curbs
Like drunks falling asleep outside of bars
You say this year things are gonna be different
You know they're probably gonna be the same
You think of somebody you love but cannot have
And once again your heart is filled with shame
You remember those cold nights of years gone by
Braving through the fury and the storm
On your way to make love to someone special
Your body heat the only thing keeping you warm
It's been three years ago this winter
You haven't been with anyone since then
One fine day she called you up and broke your heart
But you'd do anything to have her back again
Outside your window snow is piling up
You look outside and see it falling fast
You tell yourself you won't waste another year
You tell yourself this one will be the last
You tell yourself tomorrow will be different
As you walk to the fridge and get another beer
Someday everything is gonna be just perfect
Maybe next week
Maybe next year
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Beautifully written, Eric. Your voice, and the omniscent narrator-version thereof, are captured perfectly here, as is an atmospheric and emotional snapshot. A song of alienation, contemplation, and a strange sort of perfection. Have you set it to music?
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