Another night of the same charade   I find myself wanting her call (who is she)   Yet dreading the sound of the ring   Have I come to love my self-imposed confinement   Do I loathe the one in the mirror or just not enough   These smoke rings remind me   That I am just as hollow and undirected   Winter approaches and with it come   The nights of aimless wandering   Desiring anything but what I know I need   The sky and the temperature have nothing   On this gray soul and this cold heart   If there was no way into your warmth   I would have let the ice in these veins   Still my heart long ago