Cold Collective Platonic
I'm not platonic
I'm just toxic when you need me
I just know that the worst is yet, yet to come
But “what's done is done, son.”
I'm not demonic
I'm ironic when it need be
I just know that the worst is yet, yet to come
But “what's done is done, son.”
See, I was used by everyone I “knew.”
Now everybody's nude in front of me
I'm not platonic
But I feel haunted when you take me
I just know that the worst is yet, yet to come
But “now she's got a gun, son.”
Because you make me feel daunting
Make me feel unwanted
Every time you dance away I search for days
I just know that the worst is yet, yet to come
But “now she's got a gun, son.”
See, I was used by everyone I “knew.”
Now everybody's nude in front of me
