... The later that it gets, the more that I should say, "I'm an ice boy. Come make me warm."

You wanted it so bad... So boy, why you're so sad..? You don't know anything, overthink everything! Why you gotta be like that..? Don't it feel so good? Won't you smile like you should? Day and night separate.. When it's gone, let go of it! ...If I could be like that, I would.