Cold Feet

The right time sitting on the front lawn
 I can't seem to take it, feelings of estrangement
 We'll shake up, read my words back to me
 I can't seem to fake it, feelings of afraid
 In dirty socks and bamboo pods
 In between a smoke-filled breaths
 Between the smoke-filled breaths
 My mind's a playground of half-thought thoughts
 And I can't get my head around it
 Aching with playground taunts
 I eat my words with appetite
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 And it's the wrong time sitting on the back lawn
 You can't seem to take it, feelings of estrangement
 Oh, shake up, say your words back to you
 You can't seem to fake it, feelings of afraid
 In dirty socks and bamboo pods
 In between a smoke-filled breaths
 Between the smoke-filled breaths
 My mind's a playground of half-thought thoughts
 And I can't get my head around it
 Aching with playground taunts
 I eat my words with appetite
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 Ooh, lying in my bed right next to me (with cold feet)
 I can't see your face
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 It's the coldest day I've felt (for ages)
 And I can't read without turning the pages
 Oh, when everything is nothing
 My mind's a