You'll never know how cool I am, when I'm around you I just lose my cool.
But if you decide you decide to hold my hand, I swear I'd be warm enough for you.
As cold as hearts can sometimes be, it finds a flame, only after it's found your name.
As cold as my once stumbling feet, always steadly stumbling, fumbling your way.
Tip-toe, one. two. One. In front of. The other. tip. Toe. Tip.
This dance often repeated when I feel I've lost my grip.
Tip-toe, one. Two. One. In front of. The other. Tip. toe. tip.
You watch me advance, cocked brow and lip.
Crawling back to you.
Always crawling back to you.
Always never ever feeling right until I write to you.
And every night I write to you;
In my head, lying awake in bed;
with keyboards or with lead;
with songs birthed from dread--
singing "our love is dead."
And You'll never know how cool I am, cause around you I just lose my cool.
So I settle for a copy, for a hobby, for a tool.
As cold as hearts can sometimes be, it would thaw at a possiblity of you and me.
As cold as my once stumbling feet, still steadly stumbling, fumbling your way.
Tip-toe, one. two. One. In front of. The other. Tip. Toe. Tip.
I don't fear your rejection, in your eyes I've already quit.
Tip toe, one. Two. One. In front of. The other. Tip. toe. tip.
Inching as close as I can get, Hoping you still hear your name on my lips.
knowing the first thing you might say is , "Ain't this some ****
"You come and go as you please, you do?"
"Assuming that I'll always be here for you."
But you /were/ always there
And I think that's hella cool.
That'd you could be so warm,
To such an uncool fool.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
You'll never know how cool I am, when I'm around you I just lose my cool.
But if you decide you decide to hold my hand, I swear I'd be warm enough for you.
As cold as hearts can sometimes be, it finds a flame, only after it's found your name.
As cold as my once stumbling feet, always steadly stumbling, fumbling your way.
Tip-toe, one. two. One. In front of. The other. tip. Toe. Tip.
This dance often repeated when I feel I've lost my grip.
Tip-toe, one. Two. One. In front of. The other. Tip. toe. tip.
You watch me advance, cocked brow and lip.
Crawling back to you.
Always crawling back to you.
Always never ever feeling right until I write to you.
And every night I write to you;
In my head, lying awake in bed;
with keyboards or with lead;
with songs birthed from dread--
singing "our love is dead."
And You'll never know how cool I am, cause around you I just lose my cool.
So I settle for a copy, for a hobby, for a tool.
As cold as hearts can sometimes be, it would thaw at a possiblity of you and me.
As cold as my once stumbling feet, still steadly stumbling, fumbling your way.
Tip-toe, one. two. One. In front of. The other. Tip. Toe. Tip.
I don't fear your rejection, in your eyes I've already quit.
Tip toe, one. Two. One. In front of. The other. Tip. toe. tip.
Inching as close as I can get, Hoping you still hear your name on my lips.
knowing the first thing you might say is , "Ain't this some ****
"You come and go as you please, you do?"
"Assuming that I'll always be here for you."
But you /were/ always there
And I think that's hella cool.
That'd you could be so warm,
To such an uncool fool.
