Cold Comfort - Caro

You’re a little late for love

I gave it all up without a worry

I never thought I wouldn’t have enough

But I can’t seem to find where the rest is buried now

I’ll smolder and fold you entirely in two

Just to holster a wholesome little darling like you

A cold comfort is better than a scolding hot truth

But I told you I’d never web a lie around you and I meant it

Cough up my lottery losses

Make my living off rigged coin tosses

I’m on the black if I pot this

You know there’s no one to blame if you’re not kid

Expertly amateur

A real phony down to earth type that’d taste test the barrel

Just for the sake of having something to say

So you’d keep turning pages

But the words would escape him just as he triggered your interest

Cough up my lottery losses

Make my living off rigged coin tosses

I’m on the black if I pot this

You know there’s no one to blame if you’re not kid

Cough up my lottery losses

Make my living off rigged coin tosses

I’m on the black if I pot this

You know there’s no one to blame if you’re not kid