Into The Still Of January

You pass into the still of January with everything on your mind but me. You’ve made this so obvious with your warm smile, now I’m nearly burning alive and every lick of flame makes me want to smile, too. I’ve cursed your name so many times with that same smile on my face that it makes me happy to know I can withhold truth as well as you. It’s perfect sense; honesty was never what we did best.