stick n poke

Waiting on December It's the warmest I remember But I still have problems feeling in touch Stick n poke a temper But my skin don't feel like embers I don't see the point of hurting this much I've started to surrender memories from long ago I don't want my brain to fester and it's started growing sore Maybe weeds will grow around me in the place I call my home But the cold front might come faster and the weeds will cease to grow I'm still losing track of time, getting drunk on cheaper wine Telling stories of a love that I still feel Still thinking it's a sign, hope the doctors say I'm fine While I recollect my conscience from the ground While I still can I'll feel fine As long as I keep peace of mind I'll keep on Waiting on December It's the warmest I remember But I still have problems feeling in touch Stick n poke a temper But my skin don't feel like embers I don't see the point of hurting this much Oh I know it lasts I won't go too fast I can't promise I'll note my declines Can't focus on stoicism and all of its designs So while I still can I'll feel fine As long as I keep peace of mind