Bitter Winter

Starting to worry winter just won't come
My body wasn't made for all this Sun
It's just too easy to leave my house

I need excuses not to go out
I've stopped counting out the days of the week
There's no need when I've got nowhere to be

I hide pathetic words in poppy melodies
Every day is the same and it's making me bitter

Won't have to shower if I go to sleep
There are no standards when I'm in my sheets
I'll save some money if I don't eat

At the very worst I'll be a little weak
I just want to be at home where I will be left alone
And nobody will know that I've let myself go

Don't worry 'bout me, I'm fine
It's just a little after my bedtime
Drank too much coffee so I'll have some wine
Still working hard to try to get it right

I'll see you in the morning when I've had my nine
I'm a growing boy
I'm a little bit tired