The window fogs from my breath   My face pressed up close, up close against   Catching the snowfall under a beam of streetlight   And praying for accumulation all through the night      These confrontations puncture the skin   Reveal evidence that you are easily broken, you're so easily broken   Exposed and relentlessly bleeding from the cracks   At that age when everything is seemingly life or death      Please let the snow swallow the streets whole   Keep the bus from coming   Let us stay at home so we can avoid the daily drudgery   The cruelty fueled from laughter that will echo in our sleep      Seasons, weakening the hold the blades dulled   From the front that hints the snow warming engine slowly turns   Stuttering awoken from the sounds of shovels scraping concrete   At that age when everything is seemingly life or death      Adrenaline fuels my   Fist grinds my teeth through sleep