Faintly Falling Ashes

The Lawrence Arms

Another senseless week of crowded thoughts and crooked teeth

Morning frost and frozen sidewalks

All those days that burn inside us

Swell up in the silence of snowflakes falling magically

But the magic fades into the memory

Sleigh bells ringing laughing all the way

Cold hands of winter grasp as I gasp for breath

Is this my last?

No thoughts of dying, no more self loathing for today

So deck the halls with drunken folly

Swallow resolutions, line our stomachs with illusions

Car engines sputtering like these smoke filled dreams

Mistletoes and colored light bulbs

And the kiss of winter fades into the memory

Angels singing…lift me off the ground

Yesterday is frozen in the reverie

Tomorrow is melting

Let's raise our glasses to these faintly falling ashes