I'm making sense of what you made
Through a crack in my room's window shade
But the pattern in the snow has left
And the storm drops off a cold white mess

It's human nature to lie and steal
Correct the way we try to feel
But I've realized what isn't real
So I take it out on my driving wheel

There's a choice you have and a choice you make
I've made mine and a lot's at stake
The friends you have and the friends you hate
Will blow away as the pattern breaks