(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