So we've made it to christmas day
Desperately hoped I wouldn't feel this way
Like a worn out shopping bag
I blame myself, and I'm so mad
If there is no cataclysm that appears
I'll just sit here waiting for another year
And maybe we'll never be friends
It'd be such a shame if that's how it ends
I am several steps away from feeling glad
Can't enjoy the joy that the season's had
I don't have the energy, I cannot dance
Can't tell you the reason
But the reason's bad
Everything I have to do is overdue
I said I wouldn't stress today
And I made it through
About 15 minutes
"Yep, that's...
That's pretty much how it happened"
Walking round in circles is all I can do
Tryna find an exit point somewhere new
But that's the thing, there's none in sight
And we're approaching the night
The question is
How will I know it's the right kind of thing?
ʜᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴇʟʟ?
Y e s
Dave has a hobby of identifying birds
It's a pleasant way of spending his time, and besides
You can learn quite a bit from hobbies