Robert Frost

I'm not Robert Frost
 If I wrote a poem about the weather, it would start in my car
 Digging out for an hour
 And this town is all just dirt and earth
 And a little lie and a bigger hurt
 No, I shouldn't have left my house in the first place, I guess
 But I always go back to where I'm meant to be
 I go back to where I'm meant to be
 So on a polar high that I found one night, it was cold outside
 Where your frozen hands are so much like mine
 But they don't compromise
 Now I'm looking at the ground because I don't want you to leave
 I know it's co-dependent, but I think it's kind of sweet
 Out of every person in this city I could ever meet
 Leaving feels like losing but I'm learning what I need
 I go back to where I'm meant to be
 I go back to where I'm meant to be
 In the morning
 In the morning
 I want to know when it stopped
 The eye of the storm
 Everything is not what it was
 I wanna know when it stopped
 The eye of the storm
 Everything is not what it was
 And I'm not Robert Frost
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 I wish that I'd replied
 I wish he hadn't died
 I wish a lot of things
 The day you lost your dog
 And I lost my car
 It was a Saturday
 But the frozen air
 And the frozen ice
 And the biggest hurts
 And the boldest lies are gonna disappear
 Like the melting point
 Like my melting rules
 Like my melting life
 I go back to where I'm meant to be
 I go back to where I'm meant to be
 In the morning
 In the morning
 
 I want to know when it stopped
 The eye of the storm
 Everything is not what it was
 I want to know when it stopped
 The eye of the storm
 Everything is not what it was
 And I'm not Robert Frost
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 I'm not Robert Frost
 If I wrote a poem about decision, it would start and it would end in the same place