The Regrettes

Cold

The Regrettes


I'm in my room, clothes on the floor
I really wish that you would open my door
My bed is cold, my sheets are new
Maybe it would be warmer if it had you
I wanna cry rivers and I wanna scream storms
But the weather's too nice and my body's too torn
I wanna throw planets and wanna drink the sea
But my head's too small and dreams too big for me

Ooh bum bum
Ooh bum bum
Ooh bum bum
Ooh bum bum

They tell me I'm young and I have time to grow
I say I'm not patient, they say I'm cold as the snow
My heart's insecure and my mind is a bitch
And I can't cast a spell even though I'm a witch
I wanna rip mountains and I wanna eat the clouds
But the sun is too hot and the world's full of clowns
I wanna breathe flowers and only hear the sand
But I'm a little caught up in my fantasy land

Ooh bum bum
Ooh bum bum
Ooh bum bum
Ooh bum bum

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