Music: wishlane
I'm crossing my fingers behind my back
I can't let it go and I can't make it happen to you
Tick all the boxes for things I lack
I scream at the wind 'til my throat turns black for you
Now I just feel cold
And everyone's watching my movements
And the whole thing's just getting old
And none of it feels that conducive
Now I just feel cold
Driving myself to the Tennessee line
I threw it all up on the 285 again
(Again)
Bleeding me out just to take a look inside
Oh, I can't keep putting my life on the line, let it end
(Just say when)
Now I just feel cold
And everyone's watching my movements
And the whole thing's just getting old
And none of it feels that conducive
Now I just feel cold
And everyone's watching my movements
And the whole thing's just getting old
And none of it feels that conducive
Now I just feel cold
And nobody's pushing me through it
Oh, how did I get so bold
When nobody's listening to it
Now I just feel cold