Cold Testo

Is my coffee not quite black enough,
Thinking at you, staying mad enough.
Maybe I should burn this matter down, down, down.

I hear you come running in here again,
Taking back every word you said,
And I might play the fool that sticks around, around, around.

So come and lay your head on my pillow,
Act like you didn’t throw my love out the window. And just for one more moment I’ll pretend that it’s okay.

Why you gotta be so fucking cold?
Baby, tell me, ‘cause I just don’t fucking know
Why you gotta be so cold?
Why you gotta be so cold?

Well, I think I may need some Vicodine,
Throw that shit back and pack it in,
Baby, I should leave when you ain’t home.

So come and lay your head on my pillow,
Act like you didn’t throw my love out the window.
And just for one more moment I’ll pretend that it’s okay.

Why you gotta be so fucking cold?
Baby, tell me, ‘cause I just don’t fucking know
Why you gotta be so cold?
Why you gotta be so cold?
Why you gotta be so fucking cold?
Why you gotta be so fucking cold?
Baby, tell me, ‘cause I just don’t fucking know
Why you gotta be so cold?
Why you gotta be so cold?