It's Nice

[Verse] Sleep in the cold, I have lost my clothes Icicles grow under my nails The thought of a shot of vodka, was nice I was hoping you'd hold my steps It was nice for a while 'til we're drunk in the streets Slushy hail creeping into our feet I will bring you back home, we'll make out on the couch And have trouble, with our soggy clothes [Outro] It's nice to believe that the streets won't be clean And you'll have to stay here for the night