Colder Than Expected

Watching the carousel spin round and round

Wondering if this lost bag will ever be found

Step outside and my bones are colder than ice

And I think, “Man, isn’t this nice.”

Left that shit behind and found some peace

In the hopes that thoughts of her would cease

Not to the point where I forget entirely

But to a point where they don’t bother me

Call me stupid, or call me misdirected

But what did you expect, the unexpected?

I don’t know where I’m going

But I know it’s not where you’re going

I don’t know what I’m doing

But I know it’s not what you’re doing

Sit in the warmth and think of yesterday

Did I say all the things I wanted to say?

Step outside and my bones are colder than ice

I think I’ll go for a walk, yeah that sounds nice

Wander through the streets that used to be home

I wonder when I’ll wake up from this coma

Well not exactly the way you’re thinking

I know I’m awake but my motivation could use a waking

Call me lackadaisical, or call me misdirected

But what did you expect, the unexpected?

I don’t know what you’re doing

But I know that I don’t like it

I don’t know where you’re going

But I know I’ll never visit

Maybe tomorrow I’ll listen and hear something

Maybe tomorrow I’ll just sit and do nothing

Step outside and my bones are colder than ice

Stand stiff here wishing I could entice

You irritate me, but then again I irritate myself

Wish you could have me all to yourself

Okay, maybe not, but a guy can dream can’t he?

Still I wish you’d open your eyes and see

Call me optimistic, or call me misdirected

But what did you expect, the unexpected?

I don’t know why I’m staying

But I know I might as well

I don’t know what I’m saying

But I know that this is hell

I know you have a tell, but I can’t figure it out

If I could understand your motives I wouldn’t doubt

Step outside and my bones are colder than ice

Wish I could live life without thinking twice

You talk to me as if what’s between us won’t progress

I talk to you as if I’m in an infinite regress

Okay, not really, but I feel like I’m getting nowhere

And I’m getting kind of tired of only being confident enough to stare

Call me bashful, or call me misdirected

But what did you expect, the unexpected?

I don’t know why I’m writing

But I won’t stop

I don’t know what I’m learning

But I can’t stop

Oh miss blond do you know what you do to me?

I’m sitting here while you wait so patiently

Step outside and my bones aren’t colder than ice

Ah, a stomach full of alcohol, how nice…

Wishing you could open your eyes and see

Thinking never did anything good for me

Well, I guess that’s not exactly true

Thinking gives me an everlasting memory of you

Call me hopeless, or call me misdirected

But what did you expect, the unexpected?

I don’t know where I’m going

I don’t know what I’m doing

I’m just trying to find the one

Who’s truly worth pursuing…