Cold Valentine - Talk

The prophecy just came true

All your crazy came through

I just won a front row seat to a neurotic fever-dream

When you’re nice, you’re easy

But in truth you’re sleazy

Underneath that fancy frame your true form is a snake

Cold valentine, locked with your friends in

Low blows, like a back-alley ambush

Got no patience for you

All my patience wore through

I would bet my bank account your friends all feel the same

You keep pining for it

And now I can’t ignore it

The more I think about this stuff the more I know you’r wrong

Cold valentine, locked up in gams of

Low blows, like a back-alley ambush

Cold valentine, locked up in games of

Low blows

Cold valentine, locked up in games of

Low blows, like a back-alley ambush