Cold

Are you still thinkin it through half as much as I do, just assume you don't love me

I'll be playing it back every day in my head, you made sure that I'd have to

And at night I'll be lonely, and I'll stay cold as hell

Cold as the evening on the southside of Wheatland

What I already knew you confessed

You're finding love somewhere else

The spring in this county ain't quite like the spring anywhere, it's winds unrelenting

It'll keep me inside a few days at a time until my head, falls apart in a hurry

And when the flowers grow up here, they just die in the cold