Cold heart, I have a cold heart
'Cause I'm on the plane and you're not there
True love, true love at first sight
My eyes wander and I fantasize
And my pen has been paralyzed
And I'm tired of fucking faking smiles
Till the heartbeat symphony's revived
And suddenly I write
About those golden hair and river eyes
This funny air and perky smile
And for the very first time I crush in love at first sight

In darkness, a thrill
My emptiness gets filled
By a color that I've never felt before
Now I believe in black and white
And I guess I've always got it right
'Cause I was fourteen and leaning on both sides
I ask our friend about whispers
Some fuming loving particles
But reality's much crueler
"Have you heard, heard, heard?"

Guess everything has changed tonight
But how to know if I don't try?
Though I always crash
I always drive myself to the wall
Isn't what love requires?
Is it a choice?

And that piece of your clothes
That raised my blinding hopes
Should it soothe or crush my bones?
Can't stop feeding my mind what will never be
Obsessing on whether you like me
I tried drawing the line between our hearts
But you pierce like a fucking dart

Now I'm scared of wearing off your smell
Do you belong in a time box or a trash?
But in the end my heart breaks of a stone-cold dagger
Tell me, will this ache drown?
No, never
'Cause I'm on the plane
I see you everywhere
6th Avenue, that first stare
And I always crash
I always drive myself to the wall
But isn't it what love requires?
Is it a choice?

Cold heart, I have a cold heart
But I guess I'll wear the sweatshirt that you gave me
And pray for the warmer days
For the very first time