Lyrics The Kid - Prep

The Kid

It’s a cold wind
Cuts me in half
When I see you with him
In the back room
Head in my hands
Trying to keep hold of us
Like some ghost of a good time
A peach in cellophane
I wake up and hit the hall light
I’m on my own again
The kid won’t know how happy he’s been
Till he can’t get hold of you
The guy won’t know what loneliness is
Till he can’t get hold of you
At the deep end
Catching my breath
How long was I under?
I remembered
Just what he said
That night when you couldn’t stop laughing
Like some ghost of a good time
A peach in cellophane
I wake up and hit the hall light
I’m on my own again
The kid won’t know how happy he’s been
Till he can’t get hold of you
The guy won’t know what loneliness is
Till he can’t get hold of you
Don’t know how late it is
I need to calm my head down
Took the wrong medicine
I’m seeing stars again
The kid won’t know how happy he’s been
Till he can’t get hold of you
The guy won’t know what loneliness is
Till he can’t get hold of you
The kid won’t know how happy he’s been
Till he can’t get hold of you
The guy won’t know what loneliness is
Till he can’t get hold of you