Plans...Sort Of.

If I break tonight,

Trust me I'll call you,

It's about the last thing I'd want,

To be trouble,

But truth is you're the only one I'd trust,

With a stupid thing like this,

So hopefully that won't happen,

I mean really that won't happen,

But I'll come to you,

Through all of this snow,

Shivering to make a point,

If you'll open the door,

I'll most likely never leave,

Unless you move.