So if nothing- If this bed is all I have for now The warm lights outside lull me to sleep every night And the inside of this room looks the way I'd always imagined a winter in love would look. And I remember being alone, with the sound of la vie en rose, and the tears come sweet and familiar. The universe keeps giving me blue so i'll take this tangerine, Peaches and cream, warm Windows, and things that look better from the inside. It's ok to look better from the inside. I must be gentle to myself when the cold comes because Being resilient has never found me in love, Anyway.