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If you live where it snows
Then you know how it goes
Everyone takes a breath
When the meteorologist
Predicts snow
Predicts snow
Predicts snow

Snow starts coming down
Caught up in the wind
Blowing in our faces
So ****ing freezing
Too cold to breathe
Too cold to think
Hats, gloves, scarves, coats
Hardly do anything
The inches pile up
We’ll have to dig ourselves out
Just to go to work
Can’t drive anywhere else
With the dangerous roads
Slick bridges, black ice
Potholes everywhere
Driving terrifies

When I hear sappy songs
About beautiful snow and icicles
I wanna throw a snowball
In the singers face
Because snow
Because snow
Because snow

Is romanticized
In the worst of ways
Like this whole winter season
Is a damn cliché

The truth is cold
The truth is wet
Dry hands, dry house
Runny nose, chapped lips
Everyone gets a cold
Everyone gets the flu
Power outages kill
Heating bills accrue
You have to scrape your windows
And heat up your car
Shovel the driveway
Or you stay where you are

If you live where it snows
Then you know how it goes
Everyone takes a breath
When the meteorologist
Predicts snow
Predicts snow
Predicts snow