cold feet, you used to lay your hands on my body,
now i’m melting and i call it a hobby,
but nobody sees the lies.
so cold and empty,
like a mother fucking son of a dead beast,
called names for the body,
he was given like it was his choice,
i know i should stop using my voice.

i, i know i should let go.
but i move on slow,
never get to see the end of the show,
before they leave, never let me know,
how they got bored so easily,
now everybody wants to leave me.

i keep picking myself up,
and dusting of my coat,
when the only thing i got,
is the fear of letting go.
and a lingering pain of someone who doesn’t know,
how bad they hurt me,
and left me in the cold.

i, i know i should let go.
but i move on slow,
never get to see the end of the show,
before they leave, never let me know,
how they got bored so easily,
now everybody wants to leave me.

and everybody, and everyone,
says they love me when i’m fun,
can’t take a joke, unserious,
the way it unraveled into a life of shit.

i know, i know i should let go.
but i move on slow,
never get to see the end of the show,
before they leave, never let me know,
how they got bored so easily,
now everybody wants to leave me.
© andrewmeyer