Shallow end of a pond Spinning slowly Another body and I'm sorry It's the most gut-wrenching Sad Raw Depressing Cliché Cliché Cliché It's the most gut-wrenching time Of the year It's the blood in the air Getting colder And I've fallen And I'm calling It's the most gut-wrenching Sad Raw Depressing Cliché Cliché Cliché It's the most gut-wrenching time Of the year
A tangle of thoughts pulling in different directions, honest in their disorder.