Cold Nights
She picked up the bottle and drove from Colorado in a hand me down car
She went to be a model but drinking from the bottle only gets you so far
Well but these liquored up dreams don't stand on their own
Took her too long to figure out something that she should've known
Well and I know
Cold nights in LA man I hate being sober
She's on the telephone begging me not to come over
If I could lie just one more time then I could make it out all right
Oh well babe we could bottle these dreams
Save 'em for when there's nothing more but drinking memories
She left town stopped coming around suppose it's just as well
You know that I was lying pretending I was trying not to miss you like hell Oh and I miss you like hell
Cold nights in LA man I hate being sober
She's on the telephone begging me not to come over
If I could lie just one more time then I could make it out all right
Well I hate being sober
Oh well I'm not coming over
Cold nights in LA man I hate being sober
She's on the telephone begging me not to come over
If I could lie just one more time then I could make it out all right
Cold nights in LA man I hate getting older
She's on the telephone, begging me not to come over
Well if I could lie just one more time then I could make it out all right
She went to be a model but drinking from the bottle only gets you so far
Well but these liquored up dreams don't stand on their own
Took her too long to figure out something that she should've known
Well and I know
Cold nights in LA man I hate being sober
She's on the telephone begging me not to come over
If I could lie just one more time then I could make it out all right
Oh well babe we could bottle these dreams
Save 'em for when there's nothing more but drinking memories
She left town stopped coming around suppose it's just as well
You know that I was lying pretending I was trying not to miss you like hell Oh and I miss you like hell
Cold nights in LA man I hate being sober
She's on the telephone begging me not to come over
If I could lie just one more time then I could make it out all right
Well I hate being sober
Oh well I'm not coming over
Cold nights in LA man I hate being sober
She's on the telephone begging me not to come over
If I could lie just one more time then I could make it out all right
Cold nights in LA man I hate getting older
She's on the telephone, begging me not to come over
Well if I could lie just one more time then I could make it out all right
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Writer(s): Matthew Palomino
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