Cold Beer
The Tomicks · Corporate Psychopath · 19 March 2021
Cool as ice When the sun gets too much You’re my partner in crime More than just a crutch Make me queasy Hit me in the gut You’re the cause of my financial rut Losing you will break my heart We both know that we must live life apart
Oh, how I miss you, my love, I cry at night You can’t send me to sleep past midnight But I’m grateful for the golden years with my teenage sweetheart, cold beer
Not been sleeping well Just don’t know why I can’t pass out when I hit the pillow Late-night food all tastes so plain Come to realise my taste in music’s lame I dream that you might take me back So tempted to let my willpower crack
Oh, how I miss you, my love, I cry at night You can’t send me to sleep past midnight But I’m grateful for the golden years with my teenage sweetheart, cold beer