It was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
As winter slowly stumbled home
The air felt different and it started to show
As every breath resembled snow


I was lost of opinions and i wanted to know
If you'll all feel like shit like me tomorrow
Cuz it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
As winter wrapped around Chicago


The T.V.'s on too much
But I don't give a flying fuck
About the things that matter most
And what could make me old (like joel)
There's no argument
For wasting time on the internet
Complacently replacing a melody with smoke