a tree sits in our living room again we're all still alive but different; ask how my year's been there's a few folks missing; it's got me thinking how many more decembers do we have

the carpet's full of needles but we kinda like it no snow again this year i guess that's just how it is i hold my breath a moment; brace for the next how many more decembers do we get

someone left a jacket on the back porch in the rain i keep meaning to move it but it kinda looks like them and when the breeze hits just right well i'm choking up again ❄ ❄ ❄ how many more decembers has it been

this year she picked a calendar with pictures of the coast thought it'd be sentimental, like i need another dose it doesn't even look like that, they ruined it in post how many more decembers will we know

i half remember winters with the snow up to my waist and nobody could leave for at least a couple days and everything was quieter, dampened by the gray and i didn't feel cold i felt alive in the best way something in the stillness made the world feel okay ❄ how many more decembers