Cool - Tigers Jaw

It’s the shadowy whisper that brushes my leg

Or sends you shooting it through my brain

It’s the way you back up into my veins

It’s a cruel world

But it’s cool

It’s how you keep wearing me all on your clothes

Or pull me back on my own bed

Or let me see you getting changed

It’s a cruel world

But it’s cool

Well I’m out in California now

Ari gave me his new car

And all the girls are so champagne

I’m a high liver

I’m a slow burner