My hands are always chapped in winter.
They look older than they are.
They're all dry and cracked and blistered
falling apart.
So I rub them down with chapstick
as soon as I can see it start.
And I keep some moisturizer in the car.
The cold it always seems to linger
longer than the year before.
And it blows right through the crack under the door.
So I don't take off my slippers.
I put my space heater on high.
But the chill it still surrounds me on all sides.
Why did you destroy what we'd built up so far?
Baby, how'd the winter's cold get in your heart?
Yesterday I found a gray hair
on the left side of my head.
I cut it off and then collapsed upon the bed.
Two weeks ago I hid in the bathroom
doubled over on the floor.
Wept until I had forgotten what for.
When all the more each day our bodies fall apart
why would you let all this death within your heart?
Within your heart
Within your heart
Within your heart
Within your heart
I drove all day back home from South Bend
thinking "what could be the cause?
Was it parental or some childhood loss?"
I can't figure out the answer.
My stern reasoning won't help.
There's just some people only care about themselves.
Well I don't think that you were like this from the start.
So baby, how'd this evil shit get your heart?
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