I utterly detest
This time of year
Birds out singing
The sky so clear
I’m sure some people
Really do love it
But my insomnia says
Just fucking shove it
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I utterly detest
This time of year
Birds out singing
The sky so clear
I’m sure some people
Really do love it
But my insomnia says
Just fucking shove it
They say you
Should never
Go home again
As you’ll only
Be disappointed
But it’s being back
On the road again
That makes me feel
Disjointed
For a moment
there I was
feeling goodLiving my
life the way
I shouldAnd then you
wander back
into my mindAnd all sense
of peace is
left behind