cold

cold

i can't take this mockery
wrapped up in your scenery
and i don't think you understand
this is what's occurred to me:
you're pretty people with pretty things
and i don't think you understand
do you understand?

no need for apologies
but what i see is what i see
and i don't think you understand
all is true when nothing's real
i won't speak and i won't feel
no i don't feel

and if you see me fading out
please know i did everything i did for you

you put me out that night
and no,
i don't think excuses hold
did you know i was so cold?
no money, hope, or place to go
no one holds the things i hold
i didn't know this world was so cold
and in a world so cold
you're what i hold

~jay morgans