Cold 

It was colder than a rolling stone,
But her eyes played sun when there was none. 

I’m not mad about it just please show me where to sit,
Polka Dots are on my mind tonight. Do you know what that’s 
like?
Neither did she but that didn’t mean she and me can’t be a 
thing right?
I guess not all stones were made to roll, can you help me push?
 
Please, this stone is cold.