Winter.

Winter's coming.
Not the first time, not gonna be the last. But better than others.


Better, cos I missed it.
Better, cos summer lasted for too long.

Better, cos of hot chocolate, rain, cold, Heavy, beer, indoors, fire, wine, music, depression.
Better, cos you're here with me.

I can hear the rain pouring down.
Oh, running down the window, like a vein on my arm.

Better, cos many things changed.
Better, cos I've grown. In every way.

Love it. Love the winter, love you, my friends, love the sound I can hear outside my open door.

Love it, cos everything's better, and everything's gonna be better.

Love you.