Cool, Calm, and Collected
By Raymond Livingston
I play my part, day to day, stage to stage,
World keeps spinnin’, I just keep my pace.
Gettin’ hurt or attached, I try not to shake,
Keep my heart cool, try not to break.
Yeah, there’s some things I done that I still regret,
But I light another smoke and try to forget.
’Cause I’m cool, calm, and collected,
Even when the night gets rough.
Cool, calm, and collected,
But baby, this heart’s been through enough.
I fight my demons quiet,
And I don’t show no sweat—
Cool, calm, and collected,
But I’m the one you can’t forget.
Bad choices feel better when you make ‘em your friend,
Chasin’ down redemption you can’t defend.
Metal taste lingers, pain feels sweet,
That line between right and wrong’s beneath my feet.
I call myself a sinner, still I stand tall,
Ain’t no shame in stumblin’, long as you take the fall.
Yeah, I was an accident, set fire to the night,
Like a cherry from a cigarette, burnin’ bright.
Left a hole where I landed, left a scar when I went,
I’m a man with some pride and a little repentance.
Cool, calm, and collected,
Don’t matter what it takes.
Cool, calm, and collected,
Still learnin’ from my mistakes.
I walk through the fire,
Ain’t got no regrets left yet—
Cool, calm, and collected,
I’m the one you won’t forget.
So pour one more round for the stories we spin,
For the battles we lost and the fools that we been.
If I had the chance, I’d go with the wind,
But I’d still be me when the blues crawl in…
