I Am Cold

Don't talk about the weather
I wanna know what make you sick
Tell me about the sneezes
Your coughs and your diseases
We'll find common ground in the aches that get us down

I'm getting better
I'm getting worse
Would you hold me please?
Yossarian

I cut my hair
And I stopped my meds
Cause I cannot conquer
My split ends
I would do absolutely anything
To feel new again
To feel new, I feel new again!

I'm getting better
I'm getting worse
Would you hold me please?
Yossarian (I'm cold)

This is my handle
And this is my spout
These are the words
That fall out of my mouth

Paper planes off my tongue
Words run black with ink
You promised I wouldn't feel a thing

These are my friends
And these are my fears
Holding my hands
Whilst I'm close to tears

Together we can figure it out
Together we can figure it out
Together we can figure it out, out!

Getting better
And getting worse
Would you hold me please?
Yossarian (I'm cold)

I am cold
I am old! (Ah fuck)

It's getting better
It's getting worse
Would you hold me please?
Yossarian (I'm cold)



Credits
Writer(s): George David Berry, Nicholas Peters, Callum Litchfield, Iain Joseph Gillespie
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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