Story of My Life "Cold Inside"- Julian Smith

Now I'm sittin here wondering where you are. Up inside the sky I see a shooting star and I wish, I wish you'd let me love you. And outside or in your own home town, tellin me I hope you know my way around, and I do, and I wish you'd let me love you

And oh, it's cold inside. (x2) I'm cold too

I've been lookin for a way around, no gettin through until your walls come down but there's hope, a chance you could be happy. You look great in black and white but I know what you really wanna wear tonight and you can, but you won't

And oh, it's cold inside. (x2) I'm cold too

You taught me how to wear my colors. I'll show you how to wear yours too

Now I'm sittin here wondering where you are. Up inside the sky I see a shooting star and I wish, I wish you'd let me love you. I wish you'd let me love you

Hysterical

Would you guys call me crazy if I told you I'm thinking about dying my hair jet-black?
You say it won't go with my blue eyes?
Well bruises are black and blue, and my heart wears the same color, so why not?

Said Mr. Nobody Ever

Dear audience,
    I come speaking in regards of my future. I have decided I'd like to have a boring desk job. It sounds quaint and enjoyable for the average Joe. I hope that I never get a wife. Sounds too high maintenance. And children, well, they cost money. I suppose I could get a dog or cat. Although, I can't really fit the title "Lonely Cat Lady" if I'm a man, can I? I suppose that means I'll get a dog. Man's best fried, am I right? But if they die I'll have no one (Didn't mention I was a pessimist did I?). Maybe a fish. They die quickly, and don't cost much. Anyway, back to a career. Career is a meaningful word. It's a job you have to stick with for the rest of your life. If you lose it, quite frankly, not much else to do. I think I'll be an accountant. They get paid lots of money, that in turn I can pay for expensive materialistic things that will only leave me hungry for more. More or less, I'll never be satisfied, but don't tell me that later, it's a secret. Shhh. Oh, I do hope I go through a midlife crisis. The thought of depression and suicide does ever so peak my interest! I aim to have the most boring job, that I start to rethink my life choices and waver in my faith of resourcefulness as a human being! So much to prepare for. So stressful. Oh well, see you on the other side!

                                                                                                                             Nobody Ever