When the Meteorologist Predicts Snow (ft. smilingcynic)
If you live where it snows Then you know how it goes Everyone takes a breath When the meteorologist Predicts snow Predicts snow Predicts snow
Snow starts coming down Caught up in the wind Blowing in our faces So fucking freezing Too cold to breathe Too cold to think Hats, gloves, scarves, coats Hardly do anything The inches pile up We’ll have to dig ourselves out Just to go to work Can’t drive anywhere else With the dangerous roads Slick bridges, black ice Potholes everywhere Driving terrifies
When I hear sappy songs About beautiful snow and icicles I wanna throw a snowball In the singers face Because snow Because snow Because snow
Is romanticized In the worst of ways Like this whole winter season Is a damn cliché
The truth is cold The truth is wet Dry hands, dry house Runny nose, chapped lips Everyone gets a cold Everyone gets the flu Power outages kill Heating bills accrue You have to scrape your windows And heat up your car Shovel the driveway Or you stay where you are
If you live where it snows Then you know how it goes Everyone takes a breath When the meteorologist Predicts snow Predicts snow Predicts snow