Gas filled lungs filter out the words I need to hear
But all I hear is noise that pierces my ears
I never thought it'd be like this after a few years
I never thought I'd be dreaming of your tears

The door is open usually
But the snow will block it for the time being

I feel like we grew farther than before
I could've been something to you or much more
No more questions or smiles left in store
Hope it restocks before I melt to the floor

The door is open usually
But the snow will block it for the time being

I Hope it melts before it's too late
I hope we settle things straight
I hope it melts before it's too late
But Knowing my luck it'll be too late

I can cope with this
If i tried