did it get colder this year?
inside my room I see crystals of ice
suspended pieces covered in glass 
snowbanks are falling on the sides of my bed

but it doesn't snow here in Los Angeles,
abandoned roads, but they're warm
i'm just losing it...

everyone's gone back to sweet places they call their homes 
but I wander aimlessly, can't shake this chill from my bones 

cause where could I go to feel home, when my home was you?
surrounded, but always alone
in this snow I can't move
I feel that yearning to leave and belong somewhere new

But where could I go? 
Darling, 
you took my whole world with you.