Cold Mornings

from by Evan Kelley

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Startled awake by my cell phone's ring tone.
Time to get out of bed, time for me to get ahead.
Walk out my front door once again,
cold air hits my face, my hair freezes to my head.

Days turn to weeks, turn to months, turn to years. Just a way to separate all this time inside your brain.
Days fade away and morning comes again, with it comes the cold air and all of the icy breath.

Walking to my bus not a thought inside my skull.
"How long will I be here?" I surely can't even tell.
Drag my feet, greet my friends, and fall back asleep.
How long will I sit here with no one right next to me?

Days turn to weeks, turn to months, turn to years. Just a way to separate all this time inside your brain.
Days fade away and morning comes again, with it comes the cold air and all of the icy breath.

I don't want to be silent anymore, stuck behind my thoughts, stuck behind my bedroom door.
It feels like things change everyday knowing that I will stay completely the same.
Figuring my life out step by step, finding ways to avoid this horrible mess.
I'm not sure how long it will take for my brain to thaw so I can feel okay.

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from Your Golden Years, released April 22, 2016

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