Dead winter, say farewell,
Splitting atoms in the sky.
From clothes down to the shade,
Olden fumes, acrylic life,
The phone you won\'t stop looking at,
Or the anger I feel for being this way;
Envious of division,
The other end of your conversations,
That I used to know it
And no longer do,
Or that warmth from summer
I no longer see in you.