Lyrics
there's a patch shimmering under the sky, on the south corner of bushwick, on the residential side, and i'm afraid i'll slip, most days when it's cloudy and all nights i stay inside, but it's 2:30 on new years' day and outside it's looking bright, and i could use some chips and a bottle of soda, for my quest to rescue zelda, trying to be brave, i touched the puddle to my tongue, and within a millisecond the bottom of my face went numb, and no one on the street knew anything was wrong, so i tried to wave my arms to find that they were frozen too, and i tried to run away, my legs felt like they were stuck in glue, and i started to hear a storm, through my ears poured freezing rain, and it froze my freezing brain, a handful of neighbors gathered underneath the awning, of the laundromat 200 feet from the front door of my building, and it smacked my like a pinball, and it crushed me like a wrecking ball, i was swallowed by a cold duvet, and the kids are gonna have a snow day, i couldn't bear to find out how the story was gonna end, so i closed my eyes and went to sleep and no one found me dead, cause everybody stayed inside 'til march, and a patch of flowers grew out of the concrete where i lied, some boy picked a dandelion to give to a girl he liked, and she gave him a kiss that warmed his lonely heart, now they hold each other tight, and stay in on winter nights
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Artist: jeff rosenstock