Tequila Mockingbird

Whiteout conditions, but it doesn't really matter. There is nothing to see here anyway. All I want for Christmas is my family back again. I just want the four of us together. In the mean time, (for)give and (mis)take at your leisure.

Shook down and left lonely for the holidays. Even the look in complete strangers eyes tell me that I've been no damn good this year.

No word from the east coast for awhile. Midwest hearts are heavy. Now I'm locked in a stare-down with my phone and penned in on all sides.

Your habits are more confusing than the tread from the tire tracks that are intersecting our body language. It's cutting us like the fresh snow. Here's to your heart. Here's to your name. Heres to laying low.