Community, Stability, Identity

It's always colder here in February,
Once we're aquainted with the Autumn leaves,
We are accosted by the frost and sleet,
Never waking up, but barely asleep.

Summer was a dull affair,
Walking bleary eyed from bar to bar,
Trying to summon up the courage to feel the contact of the shallowest heart.

So I'm escaping from my ignorance,
Less fucking eloquent with every step,
Cause I'm going away, I'm going away
I promise you I'm fine
One stumble on an infinite climb