you left me the night before christmas
so fuck you for leaving me alone
you never came back after "going out for a drink"
a drink doesn't last five hundred and four hours, thirty two minutes and twenty seven seconds
you've been gone for three weeks now
and i'm still cold
and the fucking wind won't stop howling but they shut off the electricity last week
and i'm a mess
and it's all your fucking fault
[this weather is almost as bitter as your heart] - p. f.
