In the Kitchen

it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
 as winter slowly stumbled home
 the air felt different and it started to show
 as every breath resembled smoke
 i was short on opinions and i wanted to know
 if you'd still be here tomorrow
 'cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
 as winter wrapped around Chicago
 the T.V.'s on too much
 and I don't ever think enough
 about the things that matter most
 and what could make me old
 and there's no argument
 for wasting time much better spent
 complacently replacing a melody with smoke
 i won't expect a smile when i get home
 the blankets that i stole should keep you warm
 i hope there's not enough to fill the void
 i'm futher from the source to feel the floor
 it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
 as winter slowly stumbled home
 the air felt different and it started to show
 as every breath resembled smoke
 i was short of opinions and i wanted to know
 if you'd still be here tomorrow
 'cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
 as winter wrapped around Chicago
 the T.V.'s on too much
 and I don't ever think enough
 about the things that matter most
 and what could make me old
 and there's no argument
 for wasting much better spent
 complacently replacing a melody with smoke