February
Windows down
Winter wraps around my neck
February twilight again
I dread the setting sun
Small drink in the morning
When i get back
I dread the rising sun
When i promise myself in the middle of the night
Tomorrow i'll go
I don't dread the rising sun
When i wake up
In the cold, blanketed morning
I know i won't
I dread the rising sun
Autor(es): A Tipped-Over Fire Hydrant
