Don't worry. I'm alright.
Although, it's getting hot,
and I feel like I'm melting
Like a snow flake on the beach
There's nothing left
until next December
Maybe I will come back to life,
like a phoenix made of ice.
I'll be there, ready with my santa suit
heavy with presents and loss
You be too, ready with your sexy undies.
Hanging in there until next christmas,
because it's never too early
to tell the world it's ok to dream of white.