歌词
It's that time of year again
A time to change my bedspread, to stay in bed at 12pm
While experiencing existential dread, wanting to be dead
Am I alive? Or have I been misled?
But does that all matter, anyway?
It's 6am, not even time to start the day
But, it just feels as if I've already wasted today
Siphoning my motivation away
Six in the morning, I'm mourning my loss of self
Six in the morning, not conforming to anything
Emotions they're ignoring, nobody supporting
Six in the morning, and through my storming
Outside it's pouring
It's that time of year again
A time to change my bedspread, to stay in bed at 12pm
While experiencing existential dread, wanting to be dead
Am I alive?
Or have I been misled?
Playing my guitar horribly on the floor of my room
Strumming away, letting negative emotions bloom
Have I been doomed from the start?
Have these horrible thoughts on mine
Finally torn my sanity apart?
Six in the morning, I'm mourning my loss of self
Six in the morning, not conforming to anything
Emotions they're ignoring, nobody supporting
Six in the morning, and through my storming
Outside it's pouring