Lullaby

What am I doing?

What am I doing?

I say I love this

and I like to think that I'm good at it

Am I?

I don't think so anymore

I forget to practice for lessons I dread

I'm never letting go of you

it's too late

there's special love I've never felt

and I'm feeling it

secure in your arms

happy with your hand in mine and our faces pressed together

I used to curse the snow

used to fight every tradition about snow days

in denial

I would wake up early and get ready like I could

prevent it from happening

well the snow still fell

the roads still closed