Phony – Summer’s Cold Lyrics

Summer’s Cold Lyrics by Phony

Summers cold
I’ve been told
The corrosive nature of a broken soul
Grabs a hold, predetermined before you were
Four years old
Now you know
How deal with all the headaches
And that winters just no place to wake up

Shotgun shells
On the shelf in my dads closet
I had never held a gun
But always wanted one

Box of pills
In the kitchen on the counter
With the days marked on the top
Bring the glass in, fill the palm
Drink til the last drop
“yeah that’s good”

Summers cold
I’ve been told
The corrosive nature of a broken soul
Grabs a hold, predetermined before you were
Four years old
Now you know
How deal with all the headaches
Used to feel to hard to handle
You know that winters just a place
So where’s the problem?

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