OLD COLD from 2020 DUMP by Jeff Rosenstock

It won't change a thing.
It won't fix the people.
It won't hold the train while you're
running to catch up.

It won't stop the flames.
It won't board the windows.
It won't tell the rain
Whether or not to come.

When the night gets cold
and the day feels old,
I'd rather be in bed

It might be a while
Before it feels helpful
Sometimes just thinking of the sun
can wake you up.

It might ease the pain
(sort of, a little)
It might be okay
To call it when you've had enoguh

When the night gets cold
or the day feels old
I'd rather be in bed
Watching the moon moves through the trees
And the wind rattling the leaves,
The blanket draped over our legs
Oh, I'd rather be in bed with you.

It won't change a thing
To just close your eyelids,
Roll over and forget
What you've been thinking of.

• Punk
• New York