there’s no metaphor about the ice on my attic window, no hidden meaning behind the fact that it’s really cold, no real reason why I chose to wear this shirt, no purpose for my lyrics being about this. this isn’t an allusion to love or missing friends or hating school or feeling alone this is about ice crystals on my window that just look nice, they really just look nice. I like when things work out and seem to symbolize things but It just doesn’t work out that way all the time and when it does it’s just because that’s the way things are. This really isn’t something I care about but these 24 hours will be long if I use up all of my good thoughts in the first 3. I don’t need to be poetic for you and I won’t but my pick is broken at the tip just like my heart
I think the wind chill is supposed to be about -15 today