the sound of the ice cracking on the Hudson river is much better than
the sound of the ice breaking in the basement of some college dorm
and the wind against my face is bitter cold
but it's the bitter things inside me that keep me from feeling warm
my mood's no longer changing with the weather, oh, like it used to
i feel like i've been stuck in this state of disrepair since i've turned 17
and with the heat on i feel content to ignore all the books i want to read
oh with the window open i can see outside
see the world that i've been missing sitting looking through two closed eyes
and my nose is bound to run oh but my legs are bound to move
if i can erase these boundaries that convince me that i got something to lose
and the look in your eyes when you told me that you love me
was much better than the look in mine as they teared up
and i realized that it was time to say goodbye
but the dirt under my fingernails reminds me why i'm not ready to die
my heart's no longer in everything that i do like i remembered it used to be
but it still feels good to at least be doing something
and the sound of the ice cracking on the Hudson river is much better
than the sound of my heart pounding in my chest
and all the thoughts inside my head
as i lay awake in my bed outside Chicago
and my nose is bound to run oh but my legs are bound to move
if i can escape these boundaries and convince myself i've got nothing to lose
i've got nothing to lose