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The sky is gray Like cigarette ash. The world is waiting For the crash. But it comes down soft, white, And slow. Burying the cars in the street below. I press my hand against the glass. Watching the hours and the minutes pass. My phone is buzzing on the bed with text Messages I haven't read. Happy holidays, and how are you? If I told the truth, they'd be sad too. So I let it ring. I let it die. While the white noise covers up the sky. Oh, let it fall. Let it cover up the pain. Make the dirty city look clean again. I am safe inside this little paper shell. Winter is a quiet kind of hell. Just me and the static in the air. I'm going nowhere. I'm going nowhere. A million flakes, all distinct. Disappearing before you blink. Just like moments, just like us. Turning into water and to dust. Oh, let it fall. Let it cover up the pain. Make the dirty city look clean again. I am safe inside this little paper shell. Winter is a quiet kind of hell. Just me and the static in the air. I'm going nowhere. Nowhere. Nowhere. Nowhere. Nowhere