it’s cold outside
and i thought about snow
and i thought maybe i should go for a  holiday
maybe a quick trip to melbourne for ski
or maybe up north
i took a risk
and now change is coming
just two weeks away and i’m surprisingly calm
but i’m not a calm person

it’s cold inside
on the other side of my quilt
i can see the cold
and there’s a war coming
i hear them fighting
and i keep on losing

it’s cold in my dreams
and she got in a way of one this morning by her texts
something about me making chicken and pumpkin for her
a dream of some sort that she had of me
i guess i’m more of a human in other people’s dreams
and i thought about her
and i remembered that day in the hall
years and years ago
i was sitting few rows behind
daydreaming what it would be like to wake up every morning
and see her face by my side
but she’s miles away now
and i don’t know if i still believe in fairy tales

it’s cold on my skin
and it’s making me cold within