The Season

It was a long week, barely worth the memory And then another, dragging uneventfully And I don't know how many more had passed before I realized I've been here all to frequently It's the season I'm repeating Hopeless lines I've practiced one too many times Losing sight Deluded into thinking that Self-aware means self-loathing We had a long fight, barely saying anything Another retread of boring insecurities And when I don't speak You can't know what I mean We run in silence Building distance in between It's the season I'm repeating Hopeless lines I've practiced one too many times Losing sight Deluded into thinking that Self-aware means self-loathing So I can justify the all-too-frequent tendency Of criticizing people happier than me Self-aware means self-loathing You know, the cold wrecks my ability To function half-appropriately While you sit waiting hopefully For a life you think could be happy Will I push on through 'til the weather turns? Will you lose your cool when I never learn? Will it all work out? Will I shed my doubts? Will I be something you could live without? Oh no It's the season I'm repeating Hopeless lines I've practiced one too many times Losing sight Deluded into thinking that Self-aware means self-loathing So I can justify the all-too-frequent tendency Of criticizing people happier than me Self-aware means self-loathing