Lyrics

I Let My Cool Grow Cold words and music by Diana Di Gioia

I let my cool grow cold
I let my sneakers get old
I let my style grow stale,
I forgot to inhale
I let my cool grow cold

It seems I’ve lost the knack
I must have stepped on a crack
I fell out with the crew, I never got a tattoo
I let my cool grow cold

There was a time when my cool was all I had
It was a carefully constructed illusion of rebellion
I had never really been bad
But then my radio traded in the Rock and Roll For the N. P. R.
Next thing I know, someone’s calling me “Nana”
From the back seat of my car

I let my scene get square
I didn’t gel my hair
I use my cell phone for calls
I’ve been seen at the malls
I let my cool grow cold

I let my bum get flat
I forgot where it’s at
What was tight got slack,
An era faded to black
I let my cool grow cold

Now I’m not hopin’ I die before I get old
That ship has sailed
Was it something I said, that shows I’ve lost my cred?
That my bravado has failed?
When did I spend all the cool I ever had?
It’s getting harder to fake, I know I made my mistakes
I’ve been sportin’ some plaid

My attitude is on hold
My vinyl records got old, old, old
I couldn’t move with the times
I wrote predictable rhymes
I let my cool grow cold


I’ll let the next big thing boom without me
I’ll be home on the living room couch instead
If my cool gets any colder
It’s gonna be wearing wool socks to bed

I let my blues get red
I couldn’t follow the thread
I still drive with a map, I didn’t download the app
I let my cool grow cold

It happens while you’re asleep, somehow your jackets get cheap
I let my cool grow cold, cold, cold, cold

My bump and grind has been re-assigned….

I let my cool grow cold, I let my cool grow cold
I let my cool grow cold, cold, cold, I let my cool grow cold