Cold Comfort

You're a little late for love I gave it all up without a worry I never thought I wouldn't have enough But I can't seem to find where the rest is buried I'll smolder and fold you entirely in two Just to holster a wholesome little darling like you A cold comfort's better than a scolding hot truth But I told you I'd never web a lie around you and I meant it Cough up my lottery losses Make my living off rigged coin tosses I'm on the black if I pot this You know there's no one to blame if you're not kid Expertly amateur, A real phony down to earth type that'd taste test the barrel Just for the sake of having something to say So you'd keep turning pages But the words would escape him just as he triggered your interest Cough up my lottery losses Make my living off rigged coin tosses I'm on the black if I pot this You know there's no one to blame if you're not kid Cough up my lottery losses Make my living off rigged coin tosses I'm on the black if I pot this You know there's no one to blame if you're not kid