Winter Lungs
I set out for a new place
Absence hitting open space
Cold burns hot upon my skin
Through my jacket, light and thin

I am the perfect son today, I put my books and toys and clothes away
I wash my hair, let the soap seep into my brain, and then I go to sleep

I'm kept warm by memory
Pisces killing Gemini
Car hit him like a cyclone
Out on Valley Road, alone

That icy wind tore through my lungs, daggers into my chest
Each day I rose up in the East, then fell, a ball of fire crashing to the west

I'm kept warm by memory
Taurus shining through the trees
You're heartbeat pushed you close to me
Our chins stained red with strawberries
November took a year away from me with every breath
Every time the Sun hit the horizon, it was the kiss of death