New York snow this time of year. There's nothing more beautiful to me. Except for you. Making my way on the town. And I'm seeing familiar places faces. In my pile of coffee grounds. The days are better the nights are still so lonely. Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road. Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road. Watching my breath rise in the sun. Pulling myself in two made one. Helplessly feel for my phone and drive away. This new rhythm I pursue. Is just my getting over you. Telling myself that I need to. The days are better the nights are still so lonely. Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road. Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road. I'm still looking for a play no one said that it was fair. To be alone. The days are better the nights are still so lonely. Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road. The days are better the nights are still so lonely. Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road. Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road. By AQ