Pavement

You said I sparkle like the pavement

Now all I can think of are roads

Do you think that if no one ever thought them up

Then you wouldn't have to go?

You build

You exhume

I destroy

I consume

Yeah, equilibrium is reached

Through my way to cold feet

In thermodynamic terms

How warm do you need me to be?

I won't tip the scale

I won't go too far

I won't drive nine hundred miles with a boombox

And stand in your non-existent front yard

I'll be held

I'll be kissed

I'll be sane

Make a list

Of the things that I'm grateful for

And this winter with you

Will sit at the top of it