A desert of winter claws at my lawn
I hope my ceiling doesn't cave in fore' I finish this song
So bury us before it ends
Hope the ice rips through my fence
Crash my whip a salted wrench
Rusted wheels I'll sell for cents
So I hope my phone will be charged
As the power goes out and I sit with my pitiful heart
Wondering if it was from the start
Cause the wind is telling me off
Givin' me sinister whispers that I can't pick off
And my windows frost
I'm in a ditch
Cause' of lake effect weather
The type that doesn't stop
Wonder if it gets better
This seat is super cold
I think it's made of leather
I don't really care
For this lake effect weather