It's winter in the states
The businesses are shuddered
The inroads are flooded
It’s just like the end of the world
Where I'm living now
It stays colder for longer
The windows are frosted
I'm looking out of the mouth of a well remembering
When I was eight years old
My parents were worried
I spent too much time alone, I was too angry
I hated the kids in my grade
So they drove us to a church
A couple towns over
Maybe we’d see some new faces
Maybe I could make some friends my own age
What the sermon said
Was something about patience or mercy or serpents
It felt like it lasted a long time
When it was finally done
We met the congregation
Smiling and shaking hands
I stood there with one of their sons
He asked if I like sports and I said "No" flatly
So he just stared back at me saying nothing
While the adults spoke above our heads
After all of that we went to an Arby's
My parents drank coffee silently
We never went back to that church