I'm making sense of what you madenthrough a crack in my room's window shadenbut the pattern in the snow has leftnand the storm drops off a cold white mess.nnIt's human nature to lie and stealncorrect the way we try to feelnbut I've realized what isn't realnso I take it out on my driving wheelnnThere's a choice you have and a choice you makenI've made mine and a lot's at stakenThe friends you have and the friends you hatenwill blow away as the pattern breaks