Red Sweater

My skin is cold and I'm shaking
                        from this unforgiving chill
                        it seems as though the ending
                        became the only thrill

                        You cannot possibly imagine
                        the thoughts that captivate my mind
                        No way to make you hear me
                        my words are left behind

                        There is something comfortable in love
                        it truly makes us better
                        but it seems to uravel just as easily
                        as my red old and tattered sweater