January & Seven

13 degrees, January and seven.
It’s warmer inside but we can still see our breath.
Playing board games in low-light conditions.
Making grandiose plans for the good times ahead.
Outlets pump life into lighting devices we’ll regret we left on when the
envelopes come.
Yeah, we had some setbacks but it was a good year and I do believe there are
things we learned from.
If this is all a dream, then I don’t wanna wake up.
If this is all a dream, then I’m staying asleep.
Body heat warms up the crumbling apartments where friends and acquaintances
gather to talk.
We stood on the rooftop.
I told you I loved you and as if on cue, the fireworks went off.
If this is all a dream, then I don’t wanna wake up.
If this is all a dream, then I’m staying asleep.
And I will hibernate through every freezing winter.
I can wait it out.
I want to show you I am strong.