Cold Chair
I remember you sitting there
Cold feet, cold eyes
I remember you covered in green leaves
Hands remain untouched
You couldn't tell you're dripping wet
You gave me the glare
Warmer than being on fire
Come, tell me your story, you said
I lower my head, my umbrella up high, I'm sorry
Hope you're warm today and tomorrow
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