When it gets cold
And street lights come at 6 o clock and Paint the world cold
It won't be the same this time
Cuz you're not here
And my love is getting old
Is getting old
You've got your space
But under all this weather
I'll still think of your name
And all the while I'm missing all those
Places I don't go no more
But I pass them everyday
And now that
I don't wanna meet the truth
Cuz I know just what it'd say
That I won't be the last
To want to be the first
To make you love someone that way
And now that you're gone
I work a little harder
So I can be what you want
Cuz the heart just pushes farther
When it's cause is lost
Cuz it wants what it's not
And now that
I don't wanna meet the truth
Cuz I know just what it'd say
That I won't be the last
To want to be the first
To make you love someone that way
And now that
I don't wanna meet the truth
Cuz I know just what it'd say
That I won't be the last
To want to be the first
To make you love someone that way
But I should be the last
To know that I'm the first
To make you wanna love someone that way