كلمات Bitter Winter

Starting to worry winter just won't come My body wasn't made for all this Sun It's just too easy to leave my house I need excuses not to go out I've stopped counting out the days of the week There's no need when I've got nowhere to be I hide pathetic words in poppy melodies Every day is the same and it's making me bitter Won't have to shower if I go to sleep There are no standards when I'm in my sheets I'll save some money if I don't eat At the very worst I'll be a little weak I just want to be at home where I will be left alone And nobody will know that I've let myself go Don't worry 'bout me, I'm fine It's just a little after my bedtime Drank too much coffee so I'll have some wine Still working hard to try to get it right I'll see you in the morning when I've had my nine I'm a growing boy I'm a little bit tired