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.