Like the kiss of the moon when it no longer rains
Like the pain of a heartbeat when things aren't the same
Like the rumbling thunder when kisses are half meant
Like the last penny you've got when you've lost every cent.
COLD is the taste of a kiss without bliss
COLD is the feeling of a man who feels pissed
Every breath a sign of regrets and remorse
Every smile a mask just reinforced.
COLD just like marble or icebergs and snow
COLD is my name now, just so you know.
Like the whispers they spoke behind my back once
Like the time when in school I was called dunce
Like the tear falling when first I learned pain
Like the angel still falling in time with the rain.
COLD is the flavor of the icecream I wear.
COLD, the knowing that your not there.
COLD, the movie watched with regret.
COLD like the way our eyes last met.
I'm tired of shaved ice, not happy with frost
I'm full of it now and want to break free...
Like the eyes of a predator out for the kill
Like the dinner of a convict on his last meal
Like the winds of Boston where i shall now stay
Like the touch in my sould each passing day
COLD cold cold cold
cold cold cold COLD
Frozen i may be i know someday soon
a warmth will return and end this monsoon
But till then, a sweater of memories i wear
the summer just waits for me to get there.