Cold Foot

Waking up, already dead

8:03

Picture perfect, sleepy head

Still bored of this

You turned into a man I’d rather forget

You’ll never know, you'll never know

You turned into a man I’d rather forget

Your head held low, low so low

Cut it off

Let it grow again, better to pretend

Picture perfect

The tin can and me, poison remedy

You turned into a man I’d rather forget

You’ll never know, you'll never know

You turned into a man I’d rather forget

Your head held low, low

Once again I can’t explain how this happened to you

You’ll never know, you'll never know

Once again I can’t explain how this happened to you

Your head held low, low so low

And you do it again

Low so low