It's nights like these when
the wind blows through me
that I feel bare and lonely.

This cold, this boorish cold
that undoes my clothes and
steals the warmth they conceal,
it makes me miss home. It makes
me homesick, mom-sick, it makes
me want someone to wrap me in
a throw and hug me "it's okay."

This cold, it makes me
want to shrink into my shell
like a snail
picked up by something scary.
It lights up a...