So what did you expect?
From 9-5, 5 days a week
I've got my tunes on, on repeat
To mask the sound of self-defeatism
When the red mist descends
I'll hope this one ends
I'll count down the days 'til i'm patched up again
I'm splitting at the seams
I'm still working this out
Working my way through these dark clouds
Whatever the weather
I have to remember
I'm shorts until September
And i'm still working this out
Working my way through these dark clouds
I'm shorts until September
And you know it's hard
To put one foot in front of the other
Are you not impressed?
That I even showed up at all today?
With a smile on my face
My heart on my sleeve
I'll keep pushing the things, that I still believe
I'm hanging by a thread
I'm still working this out
Working my way through these dark clouds
Whatever the weather
I have to remember
I'm shorts until September
And i'm still working this out
Working my way through these dark clouds
I'm shorts until September
I'm still working this out
Working my way through these dark clouds
Whatever the weather
I have to remember
I'm shorts until September
And i'm still working this out
Working my way through these dark clouds
I'm shorts until September