(I Am Done) Making Fun of Myself

I am done making fun of myself

On the first day of september i do declare

To the birds on the roofs and the drunkards walking loose

I am done making fun of myself

There's a tree in the yard that i can blindly trust

To remain when my pain pains no more

There's no you, there's no me

There's no way i go back in

I am done making fun of myself

(Mmmmm, mmmmmm)

I am done making fun of myself

I am done making fun of myself

I am done making fun of myself