It's cold outside your door tonight.
i've got this old coat to comfort me.
and this pen i found under your step is keeping me company while i draw conclusions in the dark.
why am i here talking to myself?
i feel, i feel ...
ridiculous.
I watched the moon leave your sky tonight.
i felt the air drop five more degrees.
and it seems i've been out here so long i got frostbite on my knees while praying for courage in the dark.
why am i here talking to myself?
i feel, i feel...
ridiculous.
I have a confession about this obsession.
i need to tell you what i've been thinking.
it's kinda pretty.
it's a little dirty.
hey, if i knock on your door will you let me in?
do do do do do
I'm drawing conclusions in the dark.
why am i here talking to myself?
i feel, i feel, i feel...
ridiculous.

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