The Cold

Why do we write this poetry? It's only words

We're fixing capable of actions they deserve

But If you write them and you're still alive

And your heart is working right

You run to be with me here

But you stood right there

So don’t, yeah you didn't care at all

I was only scared and I froze

Standing there forever

Waiting in the goddamn cold

I write the songs I want to  sing

I pass the radio like someone wrote them just for me

In a parking lot we cried, let the napkin dry our eyes

You could run, you could be here by my side

But he calls and makes you smile

And he tells you it’s all right

While I'm standing here forever

Waiting in the goddamn cold