It's Going To Be A Cold Winter

Come to reality, keep your feet on the ground.
All I know now is regret, nine months of shit.
How do you fake a fucking smile just to bury it?
Hold on to your memories for as long as you can;
It might be the last thing you ever feel in her.
We hold onto our grudges, teach ourselves to forget.
Burn bridges, sink ships, 'til the bitter end.