with this jacket wrapped tight
I won't be so fucking cold,
with this cigarette burning,
I won't be so fucking cold,
with those lovers left singing
the soundtrack of footsteps
as I keep walking further,
and I keep getting further,
and these new gloves
pulled so snug,
I won't be so fucking cold,
with the drunks still sleeping
and the happy still dreaming
I'm the same as I was,
but ready, certain, in so much
pain,
delving for a reason
to witness the sun
rise before dawn
with this song in my head
and this wreck in my heart,
and this cig on my lips
and this gun in my hand,
I won't be so fucking cold.
keep the doors locked
tonight,
'cause I'm flooding the streets,
and I'm packing one good bullet,
and I'm looking
for a reason,
just begging, quietly
walking, with one good bullet
and no good reason
not to try
to see silver and blood -
to feel the warmth
'cause I'm so fucking cold.