Call Again

I see plenty chances

We gon' make it out of whatever this is called, but

Outside the winter cold, my heart ain't got a blanket

Thinking about the last time you called, can't remember

Can you? I don't think so

Yeah, you made your bed, you gon' lay down and rot in it

You made that call yourself, which is ironic, you never call

It's because of you, that my souls suffers and now it's cold

I had dreams of getting rich and growing old, but now I don't know

Psychological effects affecting our psyche

My behavior, impulsiveness, please do not mind me

Love and affection is all that I'm asking