Freeze - Fruit Punch

It gives me clarity

Cold air is moving in and I

Breathe

It feels so right to me

Clean air is all I really need

Winter, the season I was born

You could say I learned to love the cold

You could say it’s just a metaphor

I wanna be so smooth n' hard

Don’t want to melt into a puddle

Maybe I’ll crack and start to crumble

But that’s a different kind of trouble

They want that

70 degrees of the heat

On the thermostat

Slippers on their feet

As they dream of another land

I — step outside

Into the night

It’s minus five

It feels so right