No-Name No: 6 'The Snow'
I must admit I'm stubborn,
see this young miss, she loved me
it burned through me like a sunburn
we would skip stones for fun
see, I didn't want her to go
then his black jacket showed up
and followed him through the snow
it was cold, they bundled up.
i could consider it; disaster
miss and I were more than friends
i tried to calm it did not matter
insane: I could not mend.
i took a nap... it did no good
i was still out of mind
i drew a map! I knew I should
i'd take back what was mine.
i found his house, I found them both
what I did, I don't remember
his red stained jacket in the snow
it was the middle of December.