It's like every morning when I know I don't know how to face the day how to feel okay to forget about what you did to me
And then in the evening when I can't believe that things could get much worse lord you made me hurt it's no use thinking about so I'll keep singing
In the dead of winter as the rain gets thicker I can get better I can recover I can play guitar when I feel like dirt
And then in the summer like the boys of bummer laugh if you want to it's all thanks to you and to tell the truth it sucks but I'm still singing
By now you've probably heard about me I'm no good that I'm better off alone and I should probably stay solo
By now I should have learned to stay away from her that she's better off alone do I even want to know
Feeling lost without a home when you have nowhere to go and you can not find your glow no I don't have to play solo unless I wanna