They try to pry me from this room but I won't listen
They say there's so much out there that I'm missing
Well I would rather watch a movie in bed alone
Or pretend I didn't hear the ringing of my phone
I've been trying really hard not to sleep on my right arm
All my friends they laugh because they don't know who they are
I can brush it out but my hair still feels like yarn
I just don't have the strength to cut it off yet
I'm just not happy with the way my year's been
I complain to anyone who will listen and if I want a compliment I'll go fishing
I'm low and I'm sure it shows because my hair is as dirty as my clothes
I just don't have the strength to cut it off
I'm just not happy with the way my year's gone
And honestly I think I like being sad
It's a narrative of everything I never had
That's why I smile when I put on my cap
Just knowing what's underneath my hat
So when I finally cut it off it'll be for me
And maybe next year I'll be happy