Swear you see my face in northbound traffic
Well aware I hate the snow
You're already in my rearview mirror
Before I've turned to go
It's a biting cold December
Without your body near
And all those empty nothings
You used to whisper in my ear
I've learned not to make promises
They always end up buried, broken
You said you'd alway be here waiting
I never said the same
I can hear your voice in moments fleeting
The sound used to feel so full
Drawers left open messy
Clothes scattered across the floor
There's this billboard up in Pittsburgh
The words always grow so old
I'm left standing underneath
Screaming at the cold
I've learned not to make promises
They always end up buried, broken
You said you'd alway be here waiting
I never said the same
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