Another Bullshit Song About Leaving and Failing Letra

feed for a late Spring.
Outside the Monopole,
where my parents used to go.
Following footsteps
that circle round the nest.

I'm drinking everything
to forget everything.
And there are warnings.
A storm is coming.
Straight up the east coast,
that's where it always goes.
Where it gets so cold
it hurts to leave our homes.

And there are warnings, the kind that we can't see.
Too busy drinking in a state of emergency.
I used to believe that all of this loss was leading up to something besides another bullshit song about leaving and failing.