I'd rather put my hands in my pockets
Than volunteer to soothe your pain
I know that kind of cut heals better
When expectations pull away

How much does it cost to recover?
How many minutes can we take?
If i'd rather put my hands in my pockets
I probably don't feel the same

*i'm cold (cold)
Another heap of chills released
It's cold (cold)
Another piece of fantasy in smoke (smoke)
All of your symptoms are late into season
Your hands are cold
And you've got pockets in your coat

Shadows running through the situation
Tossing me with questions at night
You don't need my confrontation
To blow out all the candlelights

Bandages are never pretty
The system seems to work one way
Even if your heart's made of metal
I promise it will break someday

*i'm sorry i'm cold (cold)
Another heap of chills released
It's cold (cold)
Another piece of fantasy in smoke (smoke)
All of your symptoms are late into season
Your hands are cold
And you've got pockets in your coat