Hes Cold Shes Afraid
Sin Prism
Consensual BDSM Goes Wrong · Psychological Alt-Rock
#VERSE
She wakes early, to talk to her coffee
The silent conversation often lasts until noon
Raised “devout,” now well past “doubter”
But believes in resurrection from the tomb
She calls her coffee Joe, and he calls her Wilma
From some old cartoon, but that’s not her name
She worries for the world—and for her daughter
But she has no outlet, no way to complain
#PRE-CHORUS
So, she tells Joe her dream of walking barefoot through a field
Where handsome men at easels wait to paint her silky form
And in this fantasy, that she swears was once real
She’s back in college making love to every man in her dorm
#CHORUS
And the hours float away
Like the breeze on her back deck
Where she hides all day
And the sunlight turns to shade
Joe used to be warm
Now he’s cold, she’s afraid
He’s cold, she’s afraid
#VERSE
Another Joe in her life was exquisitely real
But he no longer exists
When they married, she joined in his explorations
His obsession was binding her ankles and wrists
It started off warm, like freshly brewed coffee
But like Joe on the deck, coldness crept without a sound
When she called nine-one-one, rope burns were all she was wearing
And naked Joe with a crushed skull is what police found
#PRE-CHORUS
The trial was quick, but the aftertaste bitter
Like old coffee grounds lingering once the verdict came in
She still can’t believe the jury said, “Guilty”
Two years since his death, thoughts of ropes haunt her skin
#CHORUS
And the hours float away
Like the breeze on her back deck
Where she hides all day
And the sunlight turns to shade
Joe used to be warm
Now he’s cold, she’s afraid
He’s cold, she’s afraid
#INSTRUMENTAL
He’s cold in the ground, but she’s still afraid
#BRIDGE
Now she cuddles lament on her bed in the prison
Stares right through the opposite wall of her cell
Holding an empty coffee mug
Gently rocks as she whispers, “Burn in Hell”
Thinks she’s on the back deck with freshly brewed coffee
Thinks she’s Wilma from that cartoon
She still believes Jesus rose from the dead
And has nightmares of Joe crawling out of his tomb
#CHORUS
And the hours tick away
There’s no breeze in her cell
She refuses to pray
And the sun only lights walls of gray
Joe used to be warm
Now he’s cold, she’s afraid
He’s cold, she’s afraid
#OUTRO
He’s cold in the ground, but she’s still afraid