It doesn’t really feel like winter
It doesn’t really feel like Christmas
I put fresh bedding on that felt great
It doesn’t really feel like the end of the year
And I don’t know if new year will wash the badness away
I dont know if a new year will make it easier
I really dont know what to say
I really dont know if anything will make a change
It doesn’t really feel like winter
Months are jumbled up inside my brain
Seasons aren’t the same
Nothing is the same.
