And its cold down south, more than what came out of Your mouth I always get the short end of the stick
So tell Me whats going through Your mind before I get lost in Your eyes It happens all the time, it happens all the time
And I will forever be alone and I'm okay with that as long as I still have My friends, but please tell Me how colder can it get? how much colder are these nights
So tell Me whats going through Your mind before I get lost in Your eyes It happens all the time, it happens all the time
Its been this way for years, so why would this change the rest of My life?