I believe what you say
So take what you please
I need you now
Don't leave me out so
I can rot

Why you so cold
Why you so cold
Why you so cold

Touch my skin and treat me like home
You won't
Doesn't seem to be your type
Don't
Cut me off like I don't mind
No
That seems to be what you like

Fuck the way the hurt
[?] you want me
Then kick me to the dirt
Won't you be my hideaway
I could be your shell
I guess that's not your crime to face
Sitting on the shelf
That's where I'll rot

I know
Not everything is set, in stone
Unspoken reach, that's what keeps you sane
I'm sure, you definitely heard it
Scratching at the surface, screaming out

Why you so cold
Why you so cold
Why you so cold

Fuck the way the hurt
[?] you want me
Then kick me to the dirt
Won't you be my hideaway
I could be your shell
I guess that's not your crime to face
Sitting on the shelf
That's where I'll rot