An Unpolished Gem With a Tragic Backstory

I think that I've thought about you every night this week
I guess it's better than sharing the stories that I want to keep
Tucked in bed but not asleep and my parents say
That I'm afraid of breaking down the walls you helped me make
And it's so damn true

So I go to the place where I can pretend
Pretend to finally be a man
This time I won't come crying to the bedroom where I'd feel your breath
And we would watch a movie while your head's on my chest, ooh

I'm not begging on my knees
But dying alone is as lonely as it seems
Now the seasons are changing rapidly
So why am I still cold?

I'm having trouble coping
And I always seem to have this funny feeling like a skit
Where all the jokes I seem to miss
And I'm having trouble hoping
My heart was made for stealing
Ignoring the reasons why I'm not enough, and I hate you for it

Do you know the time, 'cause I'm running out of mine?
While I'm crying on the bathroom floor
Read between the lines I go along, but I'm not fine
This time

I'm not begging on my knees
But dying alone is as lonely as it seems
Now the seasons are changing rapidly
So why am I still cold?

Why I'm still cold?
Why I'm still cold?
Why I'm still cold?