Feel the cold through my window
Wish these sheets were made from something slightly warmer
Every thing that I regret
But tonight I sleep alone
Where were you, through the cold wind of November?
Still I try, to remember how it felt
Do those tattoos bare the scars
Of what the nights lost to the bars
I think it’s time for something new
Call me crazy but I think I’m into you
The sheets fall off the bed
I’m still spinning in my head
I’ve got no idea, what you're going through
Feel the warm air from your breathing
Slightly quick, but that’s okay I’ll take the meaning
And my head, it’s pounding still
Call me crazy but I think I’m into you
The sheets fall off the bed
I’m still spinning in my head
I’ve got no idea, what you're going through
So take what you will, from my rambling
Could you be more insincere?
My mind is telling me it’s something quite severe
Feel the cold press from the vinyl
Wish my head was made from something slightly stronger
Looks like I’m shit out of luck
Call me crazy but I think I’m into you
The sheets fall off the bed
And I’m still spinning in my head
I’ve got no fucking clue, what I’m going through