Rough time of year
Does it get to you too
When it rains and it rains
And your shoes never dry
I stay inside with my
Veins full of glue
And I stick to a screen
Till my battery dies
I don't need to be rich
Only so wealthy as to pay for my food
I don't need to be huge
Only so big as to ever be noticed
Rough time of year
Do you sit through it too
With that envy so strong
That you can't even move
I must confess
An embarrassing truth
Almost nothing can hurt me
Like thinking of you
You've got a beautiful home
Bestselling novel and effortless style
You enchant the people around you
They swoon when you show even the hint of a smile
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Rough time of year
Does it darken the doors
To the lofty salons
Of the luminaries
I wouldn't know
I wouldn't know
I only know
Weeks of godawful overcast days
Abstinence from sun on the skin
Drifting deeper and deeper into quarantine
Until my own company begins to wear thin
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
