A Way I'll Never Be
Winter's creeping up on me.
Either summer was shorter or global warming.
I look around my room and all
I see is an unmade bed, misplaced records and untied tennis shoes.
A half burned photograph of you.
Of course
I couldn't see it through.
Is this what
I've got to show for all my years on this earth?
Cause if so no wonder
I question my worth.
I wonder if
I'll ever be truly happy.
I know only time can say but honesty it doesn't look that way.
