Take a tip from the cheering squad,
they say,
get your money back.
Sell the things that you're storing in your basement stash.
Thought you'd live here your whole damn life,
yeah,
you are a futility.
Trapping you in years and years of pointless therapy.
Yeah, now.
We won't last the winter.
We
won't make it through.
Cold
nights in Toronto.
Won't be ending soon.
Cool breeze and those marks on your knees.
Let's go fly to Mexico.
San Andreas,
San Juan, or San Francisco.
Run for cover and companions in arms, but hey,
we're your brothers now.
This is new, but it feels like old, old hat.
Yeah,
we won't last the winter.
We won't make it through.
Cold
nights in Toronto.
Won't be
ending soon.
We won't last the winter.
We
won't make it through.
Cold
nights in Toronto.
Won't be ending soon.