Cold Blooded

You can call me when you wake up

Your tears smeared from your makeup

And we're here in the wake of

A fire burning down our love

And I feel a filth now

I feel it deep within my bones

And I walk these city streets

Drunk and stumbling all alone

And I want so bad to be next to you

But there's only so much two hearts can suffer through

And I think apart may do us better

I'm glad it happened at all rather than never

But you're so cold-blooded

Oh, my soul's flooded

With water that's cold as ice

You be my muse and I'll be your vice

And wouldn't it be something if we could find the way?

Somewhere in some place and time, we could both be okay

I pray you're somewhere pretty, and that you're staying true

To that spitfire, fireball-drinking girl that I knew

But you're so cold-blooded

Oh, my soul's flooded

With water that's cold as ice

You be my muse and I'll be your vice

I pray you're somewhere pretty, and that you're staying true

To that spitfire, fireball-drinking girl that I knew

You're so cold-blooded

Oh, my soul's flooded

With water that's cold as ice

You be my muse and I'll be your vice