So cold
To get a sense of where I am right now, imagine a room with a crackling log fire, big comfy chairs and on the table, a bottle of finest highland scotch. Now suddenly, from nowhere, the owner turns up, curtly telling you that this room was reserved for someone else and that you have to leave immediately. "But, it said on the door, awesome patrons welcome. And, you even gave me that scotch when I walked in..." You stumble outside into an arctic storm, shivering. Where to go? You briefly glance back through the window into the warm glow. But..?
Gotta move on. Find somewhere else to go.
Gotta move on. Find somewhere else to go.