My mistake
As the seasons change I hear them laugh and say
that they “got the best of me”
One more warm season has come and gone
Left with nothing to remember
Why can’t I fill my head with those chemicals?
I guess that’s just the way it goes
When in every season It snows
Someway or another
The sirens come blaring straight out of the station
Coming to scrape another body up off the street
The blood mixes with the snow
It’s that sharp contrast that reminds me
to watch where I place my feet
I’ve made small mistakes
saying I love you forever is usually all it takes
And I’m on my back in the middle of the street
With medics rushing to try and fix me
I’ve made huge mistakes
And my blood is mixing with the snow
With my one last breath
You will hear me say
“yeah, you got the best of me”
