Ready, Able

I'm going to take a stab at this Surely we'll be alright Make a decision with a kiss Maybe I have frostbite And when I shuffled on back home I made sure all of my tracks in the snow Were gone Tissue and bones it was a tryst This isn't a gunfight Checking it off of my list Unable to rewrite Five years, countless months and a loan Hope I'm ready, able to make my own Good home They go, we go I want you to know What I did, I did