Soda Pop Cold

I have discovered the feeling of dealing with
Feelings that I cannot deal with yet
Everyone knows when my confusion blows away
My chance to be overnight

It's breaking my soul of my gold
Next time I won't walk away alone

I found myself put on the spot
That little bug came up and got
And pulled away the ribs from my chest
This eternal macabre decided to run over me
I crawled away in bitter cold defeat

It's breaking my soul of my gold
Next time I won't walk away alone

What am I supposed to do now?
Do you like my money? 'Cause I don't know
How else to get your attention
I have a feeling that my money's worth your mention
The next time I walked away happy