warm was your sweat in the dead of december i can see my breath i can feel my chest moving up and down like the rainfall in the heart of september i can see the trees dying i can feel my love was not enough of october high school football be over because that was where we met and that was where we sat i know youre trying to keep this going and i might be too because i still love you and were still talking were still texting and i can hear you crying and i can feel my chest about to explode no more npr ive deleted that station from my car sterio from the app on my phone it hurts to listen to silence when i open my eyelids first thing in the morning and i cant hear you breathing explode like the fireworks that we saw in rhode island right before i left right before i left right before i left