Xerxes - February

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February forgot me
And I swore, myself
I wouldn’t give my conscience
The chance to look back
But if you’re asking me now:
I’d rather see you as the ice in my veins
So I could watch you until you disappeared
If you were standing by me as I walked away
You could have kept me if you wanted me here
But at least I’m making strides where the trail is cold
My hands curled fast around the warmth I hold
Sometimes its like a brick behind my throat
Now its the heat from her skin, beneath her clothes