Bold

Laying low, till I'm gray and old
Confrontations, not so bold
Luckily, you don't know me
Just a body, a pair of eyes
But she showered, the truth and I
Walked in, and fell dumbly

But I know, I'm an idiot
So tell me, is that a weird fetish?
She said "No, how'd you
Get through the door? Then demanded
"I think it's time to go"

Heading home, with a heavy load
Women's hearts are made of stone
Trying to find, where I went wrong
Maybe I'm just being bold
Maybe she's just too cold
Either way, I played my song

And it goes, "Oh yeah you're getting old
So tell me, do you wanna die alone?"
She said, "Oh yeah your
Lows are low, look at you
You're hot just like a cold"



Credits
Writer(s): Daven Salazar
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