I'm letting go of old claws,
I'm letting go of fingers and toes
I'm letting go of bad thoughts,
the heated chair, cold nose
and the frozen hint of a lonely winter
will you let it linger on?
pink spots on a grey field
makings of a broken arm
the wounds that won't heal,
pressure of a false alarm
and the frozen hint of a lonely winter,
will you let it linger on?
I'm letting go of windows,
I'm letting go of fingers and toes