You keep saying all the wrong things
You keep forgetting what you really want
And you rush headlong to winter
Where it’s cold and pretty
And pretty cold
** This was written in the pocket notebook I carry around, wherever I go — office, a fastfood joint, under the sea, down the rabbit hole, to the North Pole to visit Santa. These lines just leaped out of my head while listening to a couple of songs in Grooveshark.