I Owe It All to My Cowardice

Itʼs cold in here

And I know youʼre here and you could tell me

Anything at all

Come a little closer

Stay a little longer

I know that you can make it work

Because youʼre a little smarter

Just a little stronger

Just a little quicker than me

Howʼs it going to end, Truman?

Sick and tired of radical changes

Whyʼs the world such a small space?

I need a game-plan for my headaches

I owe it all to my cowardice

I owe it all to how Iʼm so stiff

I owe it all to my analyst

I owe it all to the advent of difference