Do not look behind you.
Michigan seems meaner than ever this winter.
Maybe I've been away too long, maybe my skin isn't as thick as I once thought it to be, but damn, whiskey decided to stay down South & cinnamon tea isn't curing the bitterness that's burrowed itself in deep this time 'round, so please, be kind, Phil & give us another early spring will ya?
(All I see for miles & miles is this cold, but beautiful bitch blue...
So I bide my time, try not to think,
& when I dream it's all watery-eyed shades of pink...)