A lyrical monologue about being trapped in endless winter. The speaker stockpiles groceries, slips on ice, falls, watches the tub overflow, and keeps asking if it will ever end or if life returns to normal when it does. Poetic and resigned, turning physical cold into a symbol for internal struggle.
Cold December, it's been too long waiting for July. Warmer months just seem to change their leaves and pass me by. All my groceries now, half gallon of brown cow. You can't eat ice cream when it's this It's cold outside. Side of my house is full. Stockpiling groceries for this long unbearable winter. You're the ice cubes in my soul. On my shoes don't have grip. On the bottom I slip. I have fallen and I can't get up. Stairs, the tub overflows. I take off all my clothes for this long unbearable winter. This calendary trend, will this winter ever end? But when it's done, will I just go outside and act like this had never been? When I wake, it's here again. Pull out your tube socks, 'cause the winter's here to stay.
