Three Cheers For the Fuckhead in the Corner Lyrics

Cold. The kind that seeps into your marrow. The kind that creeps into an old car on a clear night. A clear night. The kind that makes you kill for that unspecific anyone. Finally, because you know it has been too long since you felt someone elses skin. I just want to touch her. In a quiet still coldness that settles onto every blade on the ground and into every pore of your skin. But all you want is the warmth. You dont care how you get it. You're both lying on the floor, soon to be asleep or leaving youre the furthest thing from her mind at the moment. Now you get philosophical and you preach to yourself about fate. You walk out onto the street, do nothing about it and go home because its getting late and because shes drunk on screwdrivers (Shes been dancing and laughing and smoking in corridors). Just forget it, because last time you did this you just woke up sore. In a quiet still sadness that is all too familiar because of expectations because of an over-active imagination. All you want is the warmth. You dont care how you get it. But all you get is a sad disappointment that is all familiar because of expectations because of an over active imagination you're the furthest thing from her mind at the moment and theres not a lot you can do about it.Caustic Soda - Three Cheers For the Fuckhead in the Corner - http://motolyrics.com/caustic-soda/three-cheers-for-the-fuckhead-in-the-corner-lyrics.html