It was February
I was cold, and I was high
It was February
I was cold, and I was high

He looked up
He lost control
He was de-gloved
He was jelly roll

It was February
I was cold, and I was high

He wanted love
He wanted soul
There's not enough
To make him whole

It was February
I was cold, and I was high

The swell of heaven on my dashboard
I can see my spinal cord rip high
Hey, hey, hey
It's raining glass like a fever storm
Every promise I have sworn tonight

Hey, hey, hey
The swell of heaven on my dashboard
I can see my spinal cord swing high
High

It's raining glass likе a fever storm
Every promisе I have sworn tonight
Hey

It was February
I was cold, and I was high, high, high
It was February
I was cold, and I was

Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for?

Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for the storm?

Are you ready for?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for the storm?

Are you ready for?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for?
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for the storm?

Are you ready for?
Are you ready for the storm?