Then The Snow, Then The Sweetness

the flakes shining just under the streetlights, melting the minute they smack the pavement, but enough stick, enough to kill you. pull your scarf that much tighter around your vulnerable neck, look at that kid that much longer, it's fucking cold out but you'd stand outside all night and watch the smoke rings rise into the air, this is ohio, this is home.

the back end of the chevy whips across the center line, but you just laugh and bring it back, what's the point, they say, they say. the baby's at home, the baby's in the making, that one guy is 400 miles away now, ever think you're irreplaceable? just fall in love. this is ohio, this is home.

the crunch under your shoes, the drama you've created, the mess you've left. the world can't feel sorry for you anymore once you take the shovel from the hands of others. you hate the smell of smoke, it fills your lungs and burns the lining, your friends are going to kill you, but they contort their lips to the left and blow it the other way, and then it's okay. this is ohio, this is home.

these kids here? they don't judge. they let you be you, but they fall under the rug when you're too busy feeling sorry for yourself. these kids here? they make life worth living. when you head two states over to make something of yourself, and you fail, these kids are always here, and they don't judge. they don't judge. this is ohio, this is home.

the white on the black, the black on white, the roads shining, blinding you, feeling fuzzy, wrecking the only vehicle your family owns, you fuck up, it's all so sweet. the taste lingers in your mouth, the memories swallowed rest in the pit of your stomach, giving you the worst heartburn imaginable. ever think you're irreplaceable? just fall in love. and when you fail, these kids here? they don't judge. this is ohio, this is home.