Intro - whispered over guitar] You're supposed to feel good when you make it. Nobody told me it could feel like this. [Verse 1] It's eighty degrees outside but everything feels cold Got everything I chased — got nothing I can hold The penthouse got a view that used to be a dream of ours Now I'm watching city sunsets solo from the 34th floor I remember when we mapped it out on paper napkins Every city we'd visit, every future we were crafting You were more than just a chapter — you were the whole thesis Now I'm winning without you and the victory means nothing Awards don't fill the silence when the studio is empty Accolades don't sleep beside you when the night gets heavy I trade the conversation we're not having for a pen And write another song about the one I should've kept [Hook] Cold summer — sunshine with no warmth inside Cold summer — everything is perfect on the outside Cold summer — I got all the things we said we'd find Cold summer — but I found them all without you by my side Cold summer — it don't hit the same I still reach for you and catch your name Got a cold summer — eighty degrees and still alone Cold summer — success don't feel like home [Verse 2] They threw a party for the album — I was there in body But my mind was in the kitchen of the apartment where we argued And I would trade the whole room full of strangers and their praise For one honest conversation with you from back in those days Your perfume on a sweater I keep under the dresser I'm not ready for the version of me that lets go A man can be surrounded and be lonelier than stone Cold summer everywhere I go — a perfect life alone [Hook] Cold summer — sunshine with no warmth inside Cold summer — everything is perfect on the outside Cold summer — I got all the things we said we'd find Cold summer — but I found them all without you by my side Cold summer — it don't hit the same I still reach for you and catch your name Got a cold summer — eighty degrees and still alone Cold summer — success don't feel like home [Bridge - vocal sample rises] If I could do it over I'd slow down Trade the fast lane for the nights we used to talk until the sun came out I had everything and didn't know until it left Now I'm learning what success costs — learning what it's worth [Outro - guitar fades slowly] It's a cold summer, baby… A real cold summer… I thought making it would feel different… Thought it would feel like you.
