What if these weeks blend to one?
Sometimes I feel nothing,
when I should feel everything
Warm colors, your breath, moves me
December feels warmer every year
But a cool breeze reminds me,
of who I really am
Loneliness is a drag, art is unhealthy
I wanna drown in the nostalgia
These people and places,
through rose colored glasses
I wanna drown in the nostalgia
These people and places,
through rose colored glasses