Cold Therapy

My therapist wants me to try cold therapy 'cause the warmth from the rum isn't good for me Put the faucet on twenty degrees Hold your breath and count to three My therapist wants me to take my layers off But I'm freezing to death at my part time job I'm more content in this sweater of mine I do better in July It's not 'life it shivering', it's 'life is suffering' So icing my pressure points isn't enough for me Expose your skin til it burns They promise it'll lessen the hurt My tears feel like fire, they burn down my face And the irony is it's the ice that I hate Seasonal sadness disorders have peaked Up my dosage to fifteen Maybe I need time to warm up to you Too cold to hold yourself tight in the blue Nicest thing I have is my winter coat Shower cold to stay afloat It's not 'life it shivering', it's 'life is suffering' So icing my pressure points isn't enough for me Expose your skin til it burns They promise it'll lessen the hurt Unlock the windows to combat the heat I'm reaching for help but the joke is on me My blanket is weighted, too heavy to hold In pain til my veins turn cold