Dr. Salt

On all the sidewalks, the snow, ice and salt

Sweet syrup nausea, I find you at fault

It's hard to be here, it's harder to complain

When all the ghost towns are singing your name

And late that winter, the smell of smoke

Cause I was wondering about who you really are

But I should've stayed warm

Well ain't that some shit, don't make a big deal of it

When love is colder than the floor

You learn that life's a bitch, don't make a big deal of it