frigid

In the car we sit

Cuz the line is too long

And it’s frigid

So I show you this song

Good Morning coffee is hot

Mittens grip my mug

And your coat is warm 

But it’s old

Because it was mine before

Sun shines through that ice coated glass

Because scraping is a pain in the ass

To me this place was new

Now it is to you

I said there is not much to do

I took you to the best place I knew

For a few

Then we returned to a home

A used to be home

Where I would watch fall happen

Right through my window

A place that when new

Already seemed old

By the way the grass grew

And the windows had mold

Now it hardly knows the people that made it

It sits, nearly vacant

Waiting to be traded

To some people who will name it

Home

Enjoy your time

I know I did

In a place where nobody goes

So I did

It’s always frigid

Sometimes you miss it

When you listen

Across the Country

Where the ground never glistens