Dawson's Creek - Swallow

Bless the snow and the frigid winter, count the days and the ways I miss her Wait for the wind to bring anything but change Cast aside my depression, trace the line of her impression Seal up my message and leave out my last name I'll do a line, just to waste my time soak up the grime and add it to the lonely mix of faded jokes and parlor tricks Combine it with a lucky turn add a match and smile Watch it burn Burn it up I'll watch it burn-burn it up I'll watch it Watch it burn And I will swallow you germs Leave it up to your inspection, suffer through all your corrections Waiting pays off ten to one, I'm placing my last bets You swing the axe, I'll swing the hammer, a verbal quiz to test my grammar For desert a plate of Jello 1-2-3 its set She waits for an hour before she walks away She counts 1-2-3, I got nothing to say