where i go is cold and
what i wear will show it anywhere i love it baby
you could leave me lonely on the brightest sunday
hell ain't real if cold is coming, football
you need a friend if you're going there
well anywhere i care enough to be i know that you want me
and prom ain't coming i like no wheels on summer streets
and cold is coming i like to feel differently
so stick with saturday and keep your lovely as air to breathe or anything you could give me lonely on a groovy friday
miles of fear and coaches yelling football
you could carry autumn bring it to the bottom
tell my year that cold is coming see a frigid guarantee
and love keeps loving
i like feelings bouncing free
and cold is coming
i like to feel differently