Where’s the call I promised you?
These nerves run deep through
Can’t say you’re not in my mind
Kind of something like all the time

A seasons coming I can feel the grip
Inside my body thought memories drip
A silent vigil unknown I hold
Wanting warmth but expecting cold

But truly it’s not all bad
Your voice in my head
Helps promote my further retreat
Back to caring and wanting heat

I except these wicked terms
Can't say I don’t need to learn
Life is long not an easy way
It’s best to smooth in order to stay

Wanting heat
All of the time
Expecting cold