Snow Day

I can't deny I'm a little confused

For lack of a better word to use

I know full well my wits are back

It's winter in hell kid, cut me some slack

Thinking clear never felt so right

But I still just may bring back the fire tonight

Maybe they just didn't think it renowned

Or write it, that moment of snow falling down

I'd finally done it, was on my way out

But hoping for good often changes our route

One can be taken more easily than some

That hope is forsaken by what I've become

Yeah one might not know where to go at the fork

But surely I should have just chosen New York