Cold

[Chorus: Richard Fisher]
Would you believe I'm wipin' my eyes with my sleeves?
On the ground beggin' you, please
Never thought that would be me
Oh, would you believe I'm wipin' my eyes with my sleeves?
On the ground beggin' you, please
Never thought that would be me, it's sad to see

[Verse 1: PmBata]
It's been cold since you left
That's not smoke, that's my breath
Tears dripping, mixing with my sweat
Running down my face, freezes 'fore it hits my neck
I put your whole boulder of problems on my back
Juat to try to reach thе top of your mountain, plant my flag
The base of it was blooming with magenta lilacs
Purplе all around me like my fucking eye bags
Ain't that ironic? New topic
Said you were happier with me, but yet you stopped it
Buried all our future plans in a used coffin
Guess the funeral was when you muted all my comments
But you're so beautiful and I'm so usable
You still melt my heart of lead even when I'm crucible
Sitting in cubicles, twittling thumbs, fucking up cuticles
Think you're my drug, my pharmaceutical, fuck

[Chorus: Richard Fisher]
Would you believe I'm wiping my eyes with my sleeves?
On the ground begging you, please
Never thought that would be me
Oh, would you believe I'm wiping my eyes with my sleeves?
On the ground begging you, please
Never thought that would be me, it's sad to see

[Verse 2: PmBata]
The city's never been foggier than it is currently
Thinking about calling ya, but that would be the worst for me
New case of insomnia, the city lights are hurting me
All this fucking traffic that I'm hearing wants to murder me
I can't fucking sleep 'cause there's way too many sounds
You would think that they would drown your voice inside my head out
But your voice gets louder, the mugs on the counter
I keep two out and then pretend you're in the shower
I really couldn't move last time that we spoke
My two gray lungs filled with dust and I choked
The serpents they are emerging from your hoodie seem provoked
I tried, I couldn't speak once my tongue turned to stone
Put her face on my throat, hollup, lemme grab my coat
Lemme get that hoodie back, either way you cold
Inquisitive thoughts, I guess it's just how it goes
I can't connect the dots, but this ain't fucking dominoes

[Chorus: Richard Fisher]
Would you believe I'm wiping my eyes with my sleeves?
On the ground begging you, please
Never thought that would be me
Oh, would you believe I'm wiping my eyes with my sleeves?
On the ground begging you, please
Never thought that would be me, it's sad to see