I'm making sense of what you made
through a crack in my room's window shade
but the pattern in the snow has left
I'm making sense of what you made
through a crack in my room's window shade
but the pattern in the snow has left
and the storm drops off a cold white mess.

It's human nature to lie and steal
correct the way we try to feel
but I've realized what isn't real
so I take it out on my driving wheel

There's a choice you have and a choice you make
I've made mine and a lot's at stake
The friends you have and the friends you hate
will blow away as the pattern breaks

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