'. . .I don't wanna be this cold (cold)
Shivering to my bones (bones)
Someone reset my soul, oh, oh
And I don't wanna be locked up (up)
I don't wanna feel this down (down)
I just wanna scream and shout.
I'll go out, grow my hair too long
Sing your least favourite song
At the top of my lungs (oh, oh, oh)
I'll go out, kiss all of your friends
Make a story and pretend
It was me who made this end (oh, oh, oh). . .'
The low tune contrasting the silence that stretched through the car accompanied by the never-ending tension between the two beings was strained so heavily in the air like the thick smoke emitted from the chimney of a nuclear power plant.
Other than their arguments about being dropped off or not and the persistent insistences of Jordan to drop
