Frostbite Year - Wrongchilde

Baby it’s cold outside

And I’m just lying here

I’ll feel the light inside your faith just like a broken chandelier

Filling my lungs with wine

Trying to smile sincere

Wrap my arms around your pile of clothes and pray you’ll reappear

How can I get out of the bed

When our last sitting here was all the things that I never said to you

How can I get out of the bed

When our last sitting here was all the things that I never gave to you

Bring on the frostbite

Feel the frostbite

The moths will disappear,

'cause this will be my frostbite year

I remember vividly

When we we’re thick as thieves

Now I just hope you’re loved as much by who’s replacing me

Rather pull all my teeth

Rather have some weird disease

Rather lose both my arms to get you sleeping next to me

How can I get out of the bed

When our last sitting here is all the things that I never said to you

How can I get out of the bed

When our last sitting here is all the things that I never gave to you

Bring on the frostbite

Feel the frostbite

The moths will disappear,

'cause this will be my frostbite year