Colder Months

I put on my usual,
Packed a picture for my cubicle,
All I can think about is you,
I'm still bleeding,
I'm still bleeding.

Took the L to Union Square,
They turn away as I turn and stare,
I'm still bleeding,
I'm still,
Bleeding.

These thoughts of pain,
Don't make a sound,
They keep us hidden,
In the lost and found,
And these colder months,
Wincing social graces,
We keep with us,
These fallen faces.

Took a call from an old, old friend,
Out of money in jail again,
I posted bail and took him in,
But I'm still bleeding,
We're both,
Bleeding.

These thoughts of pain,
Don't make a sound,
They keep us hidden,
In the lost and found,
And these colder months,
Wincing social graces,
We keep with us,
These fallen faces.

Keep with us,
These fallen,
The fallen faces.

And these thoughts of pain,
Don't make a sound,
They keep us hidden,
In the lost and found,
And these colder months,
Wincing social graces,
But keep with us,
These fallen faces.

Don't make a sound,
They keep us hidden,
In the lost and found,
These colder months,
Wincing social graces,
We keep with us,
We keep with us,
These fallen faces.