John Van Deusen Hypothermic Hermit
Down in the sewers lies a bed of flowers
When I get older I'll hold my head up high
When it gets colder I will chase the light
And warm myself inside
Time and time and time again
I've struggled to amend
I cut myself on you and the bitterness it grew
Time and time and time again
I've struggled to amend
I cut myself on you and the bitterness it grew
I'm gripping for the faintest highs
I grind my teeth on sour rinds
I don't want to be here when you go
I just want to watch the falling snow
I don't want to be here when you go
I just want to watch the falling snow
I just want to watch the falling snow
