Cold
His wardrobe becomes a graveyard
Dressed in white, dressed in pink
His breathe is never so clear
Hunching over the bathroom sink
In his own house, he's never been so cold
In his own mind, he's never been so cold
He's living in a grey box
Sees the morning after noon
But he's working for the drunk fox
The only light he can find is the moon
In his own lie, he's never been so bold
But in his own house, he's never spoke so cold
His hobbies collect dust
Everybody's lost their rooms
They put up walls to knock them down
It's nothing but something left to do
December in the darkness
Too much time in the walls
Thinking bout the life he had
It makes him mad that someone has it all
In his own house, he never walked on home
In his own house, he never felt so cold
In his own house, it never felt like home
(Why you gotta be so cold?)
(Why you gotta be so cold?)
In his own house, it never felt like home
(Why you gotta be so cold?)
(Why you gotta be so cold?)
The happiness was short-lived
When past relations took his knees
He needs find a short fix
He says to stranger, "come home with me"
December is a black hole
There's nothing fresher in the air
He should probably find a new life
Where somebody really cares
In another house, he's never on his own
In another house, it could've felt like home
In his own house, he's never been so cold
In his own house, he's never been so cold
Dressed in white, dressed in pink
His breathe is never so clear
Hunching over the bathroom sink
In his own house, he's never been so cold
In his own mind, he's never been so cold
He's living in a grey box
Sees the morning after noon
But he's working for the drunk fox
The only light he can find is the moon
In his own lie, he's never been so bold
But in his own house, he's never spoke so cold
His hobbies collect dust
Everybody's lost their rooms
They put up walls to knock them down
It's nothing but something left to do
December in the darkness
Too much time in the walls
Thinking bout the life he had
It makes him mad that someone has it all
In his own house, he never walked on home
In his own house, he never felt so cold
In his own house, it never felt like home
(Why you gotta be so cold?)
(Why you gotta be so cold?)
In his own house, it never felt like home
(Why you gotta be so cold?)
(Why you gotta be so cold?)
The happiness was short-lived
When past relations took his knees
He needs find a short fix
He says to stranger, "come home with me"
December is a black hole
There's nothing fresher in the air
He should probably find a new life
Where somebody really cares
In another house, he's never on his own
In another house, it could've felt like home
In his own house, he's never been so cold
In his own house, he's never been so cold
Credits
Writer(s): James West, Jay Kelly
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