It's seventy outside, and I am still, sitting in my room,
Waiting for a day when I feel a change.
I'm all alone and drinking heavily, 'cause I feel so sad.
With a jacket on. A jacket on. 'Cause I still feel, so cold. Yeah, yeah.
I still feel cold. Yeah Yeah.
She turns to me inside, my own mind and tells me she feels great.
I look to her and so I don't.
'Cause all I got inside, are memories. Memories of better days.
And all I got inside, are pills that I,
Pills that I won't take. Yeah Yeah. Pills that I won't take. Yeah, Yeah.