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Sleeping in this cold apartmentMakes no sense when you're not in itAnd at night, it gets so quiet,I can't even hear the silenceYeah, I'm just being honestAnother winter like this,And I'ma leave for tropicsI bet at night,The concrete never freezes on 'emThey've never seen the blood shotFreeze its fever on usOver Mos, that he thinksThat I need to be admonishedI got a Master's Degree-He thinks I speak ebonicsNo degree, but marriedThe owner's niece's daughterThey're on some hipster ____Worship on some vegan altarMy pop won a trophy-Needs to be but polishedMy uncle passed awayWithout the slightest reason for itAnd I was gone and missed his viewingSongtexteOn some selfish ____The only absentee-I won't forgive myself for itRegrets so festiveWith a goal to lead a sheep to slaughterUsed to living life with purpose,Now I'm sleeping longerUsed to grow and stay in greenAt least a season longerBut the peak at summerStopped peaking in receded corners[Chorus:]I can hear my upstairs neighborHolding down a crying babyEverybody starts a family;I can't even pay my heatingYeah, when I'm forty-six,Middle-aged and lifelessAnd can't escape the fateOf age and middle crisis,That's when I'll think about my daddyIn his jet-black Fontana-lockedRon Burgundy mustacheBack when he and mommaReally loved each otherBefore the therapists and silenceAnd the run-for-coverI love my brothers,But now it's likeWe don't know each otherWe'd take a bullet,But can't take the time to phone each otherOverheard this guy screaming'You know that I love her'She thinks it's cold feet;I just don't want her to sufferI know I trust herBut what if I was unfaithfulI've seen this ____ too many times in lifeAnd it's painfulAin't like I'm ungrateful;I'm just unstableShe's feeling like she's running out of timeFor the babyAnd I want a babyBut I can't imagine how I'd ever raiseAnother life to thrive with this baggage[Chorus 2:]If this life gets any colder,They might forecast snow tomorrowEverything I love feels emptyNothing speaks to me but TV[Breakdown:]Yeah,I'm colder than I've ever beenThis city sidewalk rips away your second skinI don't belong here- I wasn't born hereForeign transplant, been gone for four yearsThat's four years too longAnd four nephews bornThat kinda-sorta know me from a songAnd random Jpegs,They want me back homeHere's King David sinkingIn the folly of his wrongsRising at the sun's song,Setting at the sameFickle friends forgettingAnd remembering your nameGradual decline in loss of innocence and shameWith wrinkles on your skin,They say the mirror is to blameThe past begins rewinding'Til it gets you in the frameDivine, the past,It had no common lineage or planeIt's the pictures of a stained-glass windowOn a silver screenAnd some cathedral in a city that you never seeIt's vague resemblance to an imageThat you'll never beAnd pays the pennants for the plansYou never meant to keepIt's the grey fog that settles under kitten's feetAnd flips the weatherman a fingerWhile the city sleepsIt's the blatant loss of sympathy that pity keepsAnd it's the pace your heart, when dying,All and still it beatsLittle forecast stayed for the rest of the nightIt's cold and darkAnd will last you the rest of your life Aus Songtexte Mania