Your, My, Some

Here we are now
At the end of the line
With nothing more to do
All I got here is a blanket 
And a bottle
And your damn cold feet

One word can change everything. This song is about endings. When I wrote it, this chorus was about a person who was too afraid to try. The cold feet belonged to them. It was your cold feet. As I have been working on this song, it occurred to me that they might be my cold feet. Maybe the ending happens because I was too scared. I don’t know how to solve this conundrum. To whom do the cold feet belong. The simple solution is to make it ambiguous. It’s some damn cold feet.


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