Time Of Year

It's that time of year when all I want to do is die

I have such complicated feelings, they make me wanna cry, it's too much

Sometimes I can't even sing when I'm alone

My lungs they feel too tired, and my voice is not my own

I'll cut my hair each time I feel scared

And I start feeling unprepared to move on

I'll cut my hair and bathe until I feel clean

I'll forget what old songs mean and move on

We should have known things won't get better if we don't change the way we act

But we keep getting more off track, oh

Old man winter's got his hand still on my throat

Thought I'd make it out alive but look at all the songs I wrote about dying

I'll cut my hair each time I feel scared

And I start feeling unprepared to move on

I'll cut my hair and bathe until I feel clean

I'll forget what old songs mean and move on