She says, I would like you to leave
Between the cigarettes and dirty sheets
I’d hate to make you watch me bleed
She’s out of control lying on the floor
You can’t hold it all together with bruised fists and dresser drawers

Wake up! The cold is here, it’s finally coming
Wake up! The cold is here, you can’t keep running
Wake up! The cold is here, you won’t see morning
You’ve got to let go

She dreams I’ll never be free
Between the makeup streaks and dead end streets
There’s nothing pretty left in me
She’s wasting away, forgotten yesterday
There’s a bullet in the chamber and you’ll never win the game you play

It’s in your blood, it’s in your bones
The winter’s passing, white walls collapsing
It’s time to make your way back home
It’s in your blood, it’s fighting for your soul
The door is closing, you’ve got to let go

Just walk away, it’s in the cocaine
Just walk away, it’s stealing your pain
Just walk away, it’s in the cocaine


David Paul Pelsue, Nathan Ehman, Eric Carter, Wille Bostic, Kato Khandwala / © 2007 Flicker USA Publishing (BMI) / Burn Your Songs (ASCAP)