Cold, Cold World

I'm trying to get more serious about songwriting, and the only way I know how to do that it to be serious about writing songs. Makes sense, right?

Cold, Cold World

Up in the morning when the light hits my face
I can't remember how I got in this place
The blanket's warm and the shadows are long
The window's open and the fire has burned out

I wash my hands to forget what I did
The night is easy, but nothing good ever is
I lost my faith in the bright colored lights of the city
And she never learned my name

You'll get up and get out of here
If you know what's good for you

Walking down Broad in the middle of the night
So many people with an empty look in their eyes
I get the feeling that they're feeling like me
But all I can think is I got nothing to tell them

You'll get up and get out of here
If you know what's good for you

It's a cold, cold world we're living in
Where it's so damn hard to find a friend