Cold Water

She put on her coat and walked out the door
Said "I don't need this anymore"
It's quarter to ten, and he's at the table
But she ain't there and he ain't able
He trudges through

Cold, cold waters
Again
Again, Again

Shitty motel, no bedside table
Where will she go, and is she stable?
It's quarter to twelve, it's getting late
Tomorrow will be a brighter day



Credits
Writer(s): Rohan Ramanna, Sohrab Nicholson
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