The taste of sleepless nights linger on the back of my tongue,
the ones we'd stay up to watch the sun.
The times of my life are always told to the stars when I'm alone at night,
as those sleepless nights just aren't much fun.
The feel of cold breezes took us by surprise,
yet we managed to stay warm inside.
But the cold on my own skin is unforgiving and bitter sweet.
Why not send your warmth through my head to my feet?
This dreaded heart is too cold for me.