Colder Months

I put on my usual Pack a picture from my cubicle All I can think about is you I'm still bleedinI'm still bleedin Took the L to Union Square Watched the pretty girls comb their hair They turn away as I turn and stare I'm still bleedinI'm still bleedin These thoughts of pain Don't make a sound They keep us hidden In the lost and found These colder months, wincing social graces We keep with us, these fallen faces Took a call from an old, old friend Out of money, in jail again I posted bail and took him in I'm still bleedinWe're both bleedin These thoughts of pain Don't make a sound They keep us hidden In the lost and found These colder months, wincing social graces We keep with us, these fallen faces We keep with us, these fallen faces These thoughts of pain They'll make a sound To keep us hidden In the lost and found In these colder months, wincing social graces We keep with us, these fallen faces Don't make a sound They keep us hidden in the lost and found These colder months, wincing social graces We keep with us We keep with us, these fallen faces