Pain Is Cold Water Noah Kahan
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[Verse 1]
I'm the tall glass of water you lost in your kitchen
I'm casually cruel like a senior prediction
Most likely to leave at the sign of a fork in the road
You looked just like your father as the news was delivered
Cut a hole in my heart that bled into my liver
I miss being alone when it didn't mean being alone
[Verse 2]
And if love was contagious, I might be immune to it
Pain's like cold water, your brain just gets used to it
I try to keep swimming and keep Dad's good word in my [heart/mouth]
[But/Wеll,] they're fighting like dogs in thе town across the river
Over a brand-new crosswalk that won't matter come winter
[Oh/Lord,/And] sometimes folks just need something to be angry about
What you angry about?
[Chorus]
I ain't bitter 'bout much these days
In some ways, I'm damn lucky to be here
Where the miners stayed in the good old days
Yes, real men used to sleep here
[By/And,] those roadside graves [where/that] my friends still lay in
I walk by just to weep here
They say killing time ain't a homicide
But a prayer for a leap year
[Verse 1]
I'm the tall glass of water you lost in your kitchen
I'm casually cruel like a senior prediction
Most likely to leave at the sign of a fork in the road
You looked just like your father as the news was delivered
Cut a hole in my heart that bled into my liver
I miss being alone when it didn't mean being alone
[Verse 2]
And if love was contagious, I might be immune to it
Pain's like cold water, your brain just gets used to it
I try to keep swimming and keep Dad's good word in my [heart/mouth]
[But/Wеll,] they're fighting like dogs in thе town across the river
Over a brand-new crosswalk that won't matter come winter
[Oh/Lord,/And] sometimes folks just need something to be angry about
What you angry about?
[Chorus]
I ain't bitter 'bout much these days
In some ways, I'm damn lucky to be here
Where the miners stayed in the good old days
Yes, real men used to sleep here
[By/And,] those roadside graves [where/that] my friends still lay in
I walk by just to weep here
They say killing time ain't a homicide
But a prayer for a leap year
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