Cold

Suicide, my valentine, I'll

Do you right the second time, just

Fumigate my wooden mind, so

I know I won't go stone–cold

Redefine the little lies, I

Set inside my little mind

I am yours but you ain't mine and

I hope we don't go stone–cold

You've got me in a choke–hold

I hope we don't go

Cold, too cold

My soul's too cold

I'll wait and salivate 'cause

It's the way anticipation

Always beats the way it tastes so

My tongue stays tied around my throat

God, I hate how every day I

See my face and look away 'cause

I'm afraid I got on late, I'm

Too young to think I've grown

Cold, too cold

My soul's too cold

Find a place, begin to live

Hide away, forget to give

We're just fickle hearts scared to bruise

Run away, too far to find

Don't forgive me, you and I

We're just fickle hearts scared to bruise

Cold, too cold

My soul's (Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul)

Too cold (Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold)