I heard my phone, I didn't answer. I just let it ring
Not in the mood for conversation. Not in the mood to think
I tell myself I've gotten better
I tell myself that I'm ok
I blame my tears on poor weather
But I still cry on sunny days
Sleeping through my days again, and I'm not even tired
Haven't tried to pursue passion- I'm too uninspired
The other day the sky was painted and I just looked away
Since when did blues, pinks, and greys all start to look the same?
I tell myself I've gotten better
I tell myself that I'm ok
I blame my tears on poor weather
But I still cry on sunny days