Doctor says I'm doing fine
since the storm cycle arrived
Forecast glowing like a neon sign
Cold smoke drifting through my dreams
Face shots haunting everything
Try to act normal, try to behave
But my heart still thumps
Twelve inches today I got powder fever
Cold smoke dreams, wide room visions
In my bloodstream, blower
Got me losing sleep, just one more run
Powder fever, can't sit still
Chasing flakes, bending to their will
Say it's fine, say I'm cured
Friends say, you're good, I grin
Snow in my beard, ice on my chin
They call it fractal dust, call it bliss
Call it something you just can't miss
I tried to stand away, tried to behave
But the mountains whisper,
you should probably ski today
Cold smoke sky, storm day laughter
Wide -eyed highs, cruel stokes
My dopamine skis waxed up,
Can't let go, every plan bends
When the flakes start slow, say it's fine
Say I'm cured, but I'd sell my
soul for a face -shot turn
Involuntary whoopin' when
Ditchin' the grind for steeps
Showin' just one more till the
Sellin' your dog for even
Nah, I'm good for round three.
but let's be honest, it ain't the same.
but we love them somehow. now.
Whoa, powder fever, still got it bad
Best worst habit I ever had
From first run thrills to opera cheers
I'll be shakin' this urge
Whoa, powder fever, here we go
Storm a knock and soul a glow
Say it's fine, say I'm cured
But I'd sell my soul for a face shot turn