Shorts Until September

So what did you expect? From 9-5, 5 days a week I've got my tunes on, on repeat To mask the sound of self-defeatism When the red mist descends I'll hope this one ends I'll count down the days 'til i'm patched up again I'm splitting at the seams I'm still working this out Working my way through these dark clouds Whatever the weather I have to remember I'm shorts until September And i'm still working this out Working my way through these dark clouds I'm shorts until September And you know it's hard To put one foot in front of the other Are you not impressed? That I even showed up at all today? With a smile on my face My heart on my sleeve I'll keep pushing the things, that I still believe I'm hanging by a thread I'm still working this out Working my way through these dark clouds Whatever the weather I have to remember I'm shorts until September And i'm still working this out Working my way through these dark clouds I'm shorts until September I'm still working this out Working my way through these dark clouds Whatever the weather I have to remember I'm shorts until September And i'm still working this out Working my way through these dark clouds I'm shorts until September