Cold Boy

I push my body to the edge

Sometimes I leave my self for dead

And in between each piece of bread

I catch my breath

You point your nose away from me

Undress yourself where I can see

If you didn't catch me in my sleep

Just let me rest

You read pulp fiction by the book

Theatrics paired with pretty hooks

Now I've had every drug you could

Tried every one

And I don't feel the least bit warm

No thrilling fights without our clothes

I'm just a boy without his clothes

Out in the snow

Cold boy

What are you doing here

What are you doing here

You're gonna lose your soul