Winter's Coming

Lotta days in the summer time

Lotta days sipping gin and wine

Winter’s coming

Winter’s coming

Lotta days in the summer time

Lotta days sipping gin and wine

Winter’s coming

Winter’s coming

I remember times where I couldn’t breathe

I remember times where you wouldn’t leave

Summer’s over

The changing leaves

Liqour taking years off me like some fucking thieves

If I disappear don’t you come looking

I’m done cooking

Text my wife how’s our son looking

Darker days there’s no sun cooking

Sharper brains for what yeah I’m dumb looking

I lost it all I got nothing left

Early winter days taking ‘way my breath

I spent it all living check to check

That’s what you get when you try to stack the fucking deck

Feel exposed

Yeah my clothes off

I’m a joke

That they wrote off

The show is over

Time to pack it up

We’re going sober

Yeah I’ve had enough

Lotta days in the summer time

Lotta days sipping gin and wine

Winter’s coming

Winter’s coming

Lotta days in the summer time

Lotta days sipping gin and wine

Winter’s coming

Winter’s coming

Winter’s coming

Winter’s coming

Winter’s coming

Winter’s coming