Swallow

Bless the snow and the frigid winter,count the days and the ways I miss herWait for the wind to bring anything but changeCast aside my depression, trace the line of her impressionSeal up my message and leave out my last nameI'll do a line, just to waste my timesoak up the grime and add it to the lonely mix of faded jokes and parlor tricksCombine it with a lucky turn add a match and smileWatch it burnBurn it up I'll watch it burn-burn it up I'll watch itWatch it burnAnd I will swallow you germsLeave it up to your inspection, suffer through all your correctionsWaiting pays off ten to one, I'm placing my last betsYou swing the axe, I'll swing the hammer, a verbal quiz to test my grammarFor desert a plate of Jello 1-2-3 its setShe waits for an hour before she walks awayShe counts 1-2-3, I got nothing to say