Leaves Me Cold

I’m thinking
Floating by the side of the pool
My hand’s making little whirlpools
It’s not Justice
Nor Beauty that occupy
Just how Braddock never had it
so … fine
Oh, it leaves me cold
All this thinking in the pool
Baptism
In my chlorinated luxury
Irritated eyes make it hard to see
It’s not the water
Which is heated over eighty five
Just it’s supposed to satisfy
Oh, it leaves me cold
The sun is shining
Try to fake it like I just don’t know
Oh, it leaves me cold
All this thinking in the pool
My eyes widen
As the whirlpool grows
It’s too late to save this fool
Oh, it leaves me cold
The sun is shining
Try to fake it like I just don’t know
Oh, it leaves me cold
I’m sinking in the pool