It is cold and dark again
it is strange living in all this new darkness
i remember when i walked at taco bell when i was 19
i had just gotten back from san diego
i lived in my parents house and worked the night shift at taco bell
i would wake up after it was dark and go to work and go to sleep before it was light again.
i didn't have any friends at taco bell and i don't think i talked much
people made fun of me because i didn't talk much
people still make fun of me because i don't talk much
it was always dark, on my days off i would go and sit at this restaurant called I think the country corner in champion, kind in the country, it was a real homey place, that had a christmas tree and wooden seats. It was open all night, friends and I would sit all night drinking coffee eating french fries and perogies for hours on end. Just talking and talking, i'm not even sure what we said when looking back on it.
I just remember how dark it was, dark all the time
it is dark again
and the cold wind blows on the lonely one.