Number

I feel differently about the way snow piles up

On my doorstep now like a little wall

We used to be friends, what happened to that?

I never reach out and you never call

Another season in the city

Another reason for it to pour

Maybe you don't have my number anymore

Kicking off our salty boots in the hallway

When our socks were damp

I'm numb now to the image of

Your cold hand flicking off the lamp

We used to get excited for the darkness

But what for?

Maybe you don't havе my number anymore

Maybe you don't havе my number anymore

Maybe you don't have my number anymore

I feel differently about the way snow piles up

On my doorstep now like a little wall