i hear it’s snowing in montreal
and i’m not ready for the long, cold winter
the start over, the end, the in-between
“it is what it is”, i said
“you can’t fight the law”
but you saw right through me
(i’ve never been good at pretending)
got my mittens, got my hat, got my coat and my boots
i have all the layers i need to survive the next 6 months
but i still feel like i’m going to be cold this winter
without you
