Cold Shoulder - Casiotone For The Painfully Alone

I just got off a train and I didn’t sleep

I haven’t been in this town in weeks

And the only things keeping me alive

And your picture in my pocket, and a dollar fourty five

And I’m walking to your house hoping to hell that you’re home

And as I approach your house on the beach

And your front gate is in my reach

Try to think of one single good reason

Why you’d want to take me back in this winter season

You know what, can’t think of a one

Yeah, the forecast is for a cold shoulder

It’s been two months since I left you in boulder

It was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done

And now I’m coming back to you unshaved and unslept and sorry