I'm gonna take a stab at this Surely we'll be alright Make a decision with a kiss Maybe I have frostbite And when I shuffled on back home I made sure all my tracks in the snow were gone
Tissue and bones it was a tryst This isn't a gunfight Checking it off of my list Unable to re-write Five years, countless months and a loan Hope I'm ready, able to make my own, good home
They go, we go I want you to know what I did, I did. They go, we go I want you to know what I did, I did.