The Cold Girl

The fan spins slowly, in the room
As we sit and talk of things
Things past gone
Gone for so long
‘Fore the fat lady thought to sing

Me and The Girl so Cold laugh
And lift our heads up to the sky
Or really to the ceiling
And leave ourselves feeling
The late-night drunk question of why

I recall all the things I have felt
And I think of the woman in white
Who looked like a goddess
A queen in her bodice
I’d seen earlier that night

I watch the cold girl in the room
And I think of speaking of the girl
But she’ll look at me coldly
Make me sink slowly
The girl in the room with the curls

My drunk brain confused lifts its head
So now we have two people here
The White-dressed Girl
The Girl with the Curls
I take another sip of my beer

Oh the choice is so silly and sad
One girl makes me feel so happy
With her dress of white
And her smile, so slight
Makes me feel silly and sappy

While the other one is my cold outcome
While the other one makes me feel sore
Put my soul on a shelf
Just forget myself
Watch the fan, and sink into the floor