That's The Hot Part

It's been far too long to blame this on my fear of commitment
And a lifelong pursuit of natural disasters.
It's been far too long to blame my better half.
Your mouth is dry and my eyes are bloodshot
From shouting out car windows in the freezing cold.
It's loud like a bombshell outside your studio apartment
But at least you know what it is now
That should be a metaphor
You know pretty goddamn well.
It's too cold to think about committing any more crimes.
Just wait until spring when we can get a firm grip on everything.
It's all I'll be soon enough.
You wasted more time walking home.
You wasted more time than I expected