Pain Is Cold Water (Live From Fenway Park)

This next song is called Pain Is Cold Water
I wrote this song right here in Water Town Massachusetts

I'm the tall glass of water you lost in your kitchen
I'm casually cruel like a senior prediction
Most likely to leave at the sign of a fork in the road
You looked just like your father as the news was delivered
Cut a hole in my heart that bled into my liver
I miss being alone when it didn't mean being alone

And if love was contagious, I might be immune to it
Pain's like cold water, your brain just gets used to it
I try to keep swimming, keep Dad's good word in my mouth
But they're fighting like dogs in the town across the river
Over a brand-new crosswalk that won't matter come winter
Oh sometimes folks just need something to be angry about
What you angry about?

I ain't bitter 'bout much these days
In some ways, I'm lucky to be here
Where the miners stayed in them good old days
Yes, real men used to sleep here
Oh those roadside graves where my friends still lay
I walk by just to weep here
They say killing time ain't a homicide
But a prayer for a leap year