SUMMER'S COLD Songtext
von PHONY

Summer′s cold, I've been told
The corrosive nature of a broken soul
Grabs ahold, predetermined before you were four years old
Now you know how to deal with all the headaches
And that winter′s just no place to wake up

Shotgun shells
On the shelf of my dad's closet
I ain't never held a gun
But always wanted one


Box of pills
In the kitchen on the counter
With the days marked at the top
Bring a glass and finagle the pump
Drink to the last drop
(Yeah, that′s good)

Summer′s cold, I've been told
The corrosive nature of a broken soul
Grabs ahold, predetermined before you were four years old
Now you know how to deal with all the headaches
Used to feel too hard to handle
Now that winter′s just a place, so where's the problem?