Last time left to poison my mind
The world I see tastes so blue
Traces of winter were left behind
My body holds the score
There’s nothing left to figure out
I’m lost in the woods
Caught in a still
My hopes can’t be fixed
They’re meant to be lived

Leave me to tend the meaning of me
Don’t meet me on the way back
I’m not meant to go that way

Composed by Atticus Mitchell
Written & Shot by Christina Bowe