| screen blinking bright and tired | |
| like broken ice in thousand forms | |
| reflecting voices we just ignored | |
| now fingers type cold and slow | |
| last row after last row | |
| today is grey outside the windows | |
| and the wind is breaking words and breath | |
| we should have know it's a compromise | |
| now the snow flakes fall from the skies | |
| covering sounds while your echo dies | |
| you came to me and asked why | |
| I'm not with you if even you tried | |
| I'm not with you every new day | |
| I cannot say I can't explain | |
| I felt constrained by your misplay |