I don't think that
I'm as smart as
You think I am

Where I bleed in snow
And my knees get cold
And the weather gets old
But I stay

Without a label of my name
Would I remain the same?

And my blood went cold
And the weather's old
How didn't I change
Am I still me without the label of my name?

You start smiling
And all of a sudden
I feel like I'm five

Turn my cheeks red
The blood that's now frozen
From all of that time

Should I give you hints
Will you take them with
A shot of something that hurts a little more
Than your unreciprocated love that's hard to ignore