That Long Cold Walk

It's cold as hell out
And my fingers are aching
And it's still a long walk
Before I get home
When I left this evening
I was feeling happy and positive
And looked forward to having a fine time
Maybe share a bottle of wine with my girl
But that all went to hell
Now I'm newly single
And feeling out of control
And I'm walking home because I let myself get drunk
You all know the old saw
It's not you, it's me
And we're in two different places
I never meant to hurt you
They're all true
And they're all half truths
Meant to be gentle
But hurtful and insulting instead
And why is it always so cold out when you're walking home
In the dead of night
Drunk when you should have stayed sober
And Valentine's day is looming
So I'll be expected to explain
When all I want is silence
I'm blue, deeply blue
I think when I finally get home
I'm going to to sit in the dark
And drink a hot coffee laced with something strong
And relive the love I just lost
What the hell
I'm drunk anyway
Maybe I'll see where I went wrong
And I can learn something
I can almost feel the heat of that cup
Or else my fingers have frostbite
Which would just be the perfect end
To a night that started out so full of promise