In the dead of winter
I've been thinking of you
I begin to wonder
Where does your mind wander?
It doesn't happen a lot,
But I don't give it a thought
Keep making the same mistakes
And never learning from them
It doesn't feel like a dream
Why does this happen to me
The days they blend all together in the same old routine
Oh I think that you know what I mean
Everything is so goddamned boring it just makes me wanna scream
Come and see
What the lines they hold in between
I don't think that you can ignore it if you were born to make a scene