Button Up for the day, outside, your inside. Call me from my room to join you in your reveling. Recognize inconsistencies, throw what I recognize away. Hold you hand while you walk though why your soul's worn away. Why your soul's worn away.

In your hard to swallow sometimes desperate situation there is something that appeals to me. That appeals to me. Why do you take it so hard? Try to keep it up an impossible existence. That comes so easily.
"Don’t have the time to get angry about a situation that I find myself in. Just keeping warm, just keeping warm. It’s not so easy."

Button Up.
It’s getting cold out.

Stocking capped Kerouak burning candles in your kerosene flame. You can’t be held accountable everytime they place the blame.
"Keep to yourself, inside. Don’t let ‘em get the best of you. Don’t give up. You’ve got everything you ever had to prove."

Button Up.
It’s getting cold out.

Messed up again, turn the story over on it's head and try to imagine where you stand. Hold back the thoughts, take a back seat to your judgements, you don't do anything. Because you never thought of yourself in this situuation, never thought this person could be you, you never once believe the shit your selling, was worth the room.
"So cold in the out of (doors), I'm buried in these rags you call a coat, I call a storm. Hold back your thoughts hold back your judgements, there's nothing from home"

Button Up.
It’s getting cold out.