You had made plans for the colder months ahead
And braced yourself for disappointment
Michigan winters have such a way of isolating breath from your body
But they were such strong traits that your father passed down to you
And when they wore you out, they won out
So how could I look at you?
You are what you feared you'd turn in to
But if you change your mind, I will forgive you
(And all will be undone)
