January is cold but you are colder still
leaving dead flowers on the windowsill
driving on the highway, full of dread
all the accusations better left unsaid
Was there only ever room for doubt
did we never learn to do without
I'm taken with the sound
It's a dubious honor when you speak my name
paying the bills and staying up late
caught you looking at me with a sidelong glance
I was turning to stone in a statue stance