A Little Colder

C__Am__G 3 times COnce a poet laid the Amworld within his Ghands He'd Cbeen around a time or two Amthought he'd underGstand COnce a woman felt the Amburning of a Gman She Claid him in her cross hairs and Amstarted home aGgain Where the Fbottles sit half empty Next to Csuicide and Gsin Their Amhearts a little darker by deDsign GI'm not Emcrazy 'bout the Cworld I'm not Amcrazy 'bout myGself I run aEmround an open Cbook Making Amtime for someone Gelse I lay my Emconsciense on the Cline And I can make the Amworld a little colder if I Dtry. COnce a levee lost the Ammight for standing Gstrong CShattered under pressure that Amwater swept aGlong COnce the poet found his Aminspiration Ggone He Cgrabbed the wheel with both his hands just to Amkeep him holding Gon To the Fbottle in the bedroom And the Cpromise in the Gdawn His Amblood a little thicker over Dtime C Every Devening with my back against the Cwall Powerless to Dpersecute, powerless to Ccall As the poet Dgrappled for the meaning of it Call He Amrose a little wiser from the Ddust