Trying hard to enjoy the night, to make the best of my time
And I would kill to know what it's like to feel tonight
With each cold sip of life, which helps to numb the pain
Each touch of the glass to my lips, helps ease the strain.
It's been so long, it's been so much
Though I would shudder at your sight
I would still shatter at your touch
For I feel like ice this evening, walking down the stairs/stares
Hiding my face into the basement, as if anyone cares.
Oh I'm out tonight. I'm out to try to live tonight.
For tomorrow I may seem as though I never did.
I remember December in Windsor, 2002
I remember feeling much older, than twenty-two
This season was cold, and I was alone, developing tastes for poisons.
This was my old haunt, and it haunted me still.