It was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
As winter slowly stumbled home
The air felt different and it started to snow
As every breath resembled smoke
I was lost of opinions and I wanted to know
If we're gonna see any of your faces tomorrow
Cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
As winter wrapped around Chicago
The T.V.'s on too much
And I don't give a flying f*ck
About the things that matter most
And what could make me old (like Joel)
And there's no argument
For wasting time on the internet
Complacently replacing a melody with smoke
Don't expect a smile when if I come home
But the blankets that I stole should keep you warm
And I know you'll run and you'll find and you'll fill that void
Then wrap me up like i'm your christmas toy
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It was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
As winter slowly stumbled home
The air felt different and it started to snow
As every breath resembled smoke
I was lost of opinions and I wanted to know
If we're gonna see any of your faces tomorrow
Cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
As winter wrapped around Chicago
The T.V.'s on too much
And I don't give a flying f*ck
About the things that matter most
And what could make me old (like Joel)
And there's no argument
For wasting time on the internet
Complacently replacing a melody with smoke
Don't expect a smile when if I come home
But the blankets that I stole should keep you warm
And I know you'll run and you'll find and you'll fill that void
Then wrap me up like i'm your christmas toy
As winter slowly stumbled home
The air felt different and it started to snow
As every breath resembled smoke
I was lost of opinions and I wanted to know
If we're gonna see any of your faces tomorrow
Cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
As winter wrapped around Chicago
The T.V.'s on too much
And I don't give a flying f*ck
About the things that matter most
And what could make me old (like Joel)
And there's no argument
For wasting time on the internet
Complacently replacing a melody with smoke
Don't expect a smile when if I come home
But the blankets that I stole should keep you warm
And I know you'll run and you'll find and you'll fill that void
Then wrap me up like i'm your christmas toy