“when winter falls next year, i’ll be holding on to anything nailed down. as for being patient with fate and all, it’s getting old.. and my mind is slowly changing. i’m calling all my oldest friends saying sorry for this mess we’re in, and i’m waiting for the sun to come and melt this snow, wash away the pain, and give me back control. an angel got his wings and we’ll hold our heads up knowing that he’s fine. we’d all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime. should we still set his plate? should we still save his chair? should we still buy him gifts, and if we don’t, did we not care? it makes you think about the life you’ve led, the shit you’ve down, the things you’ve said, and it’s grounding. i’ve been feeling three feet tall this month, hardly indestructible, but the snow melts and the rhythm still goes on. an angel got his wings, and we’ll hold our heads up knowing that he’s fine. we’d all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime. friends stay side by side. in life and death, you’ve always stole my heart. you’ll always mean so much to me, it’s hard to believe this. these nights in vans and these nights in bars don’t mean a thing with empty hearts. an angel got his wings and we’ll hold our heads up knowing that he’s fine. we’d all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime. friends stay side by side. in life and death you’ve always stole my heart. you’ve always meant so much to me; it’s hard to believe this.”
