歌词
Who am I to judge your music
To try and make you more like me
Maybe I live in a bubble
Am I only concerned with me
I'm trying to do better but I
Can't seem to see through the fog
And every day my shoes are tied together
Guess I'll just complain about the weather
Cerebral lines criss-crossin' like
Someone trying crochet in my head
Maybe I need some untanglin'
Rip these seams and start up again
I'm trying to do better but I
Can't seem to see through the fog
And every day my shoes are tied together
Guess I'll just complain about the weather
I'll complain about January
Till my lips are split and drying out I
Think I'll be fine I just wonder
Where I'll be in 2025