I'm Completely Fine lyrics

Another round of all four seasons The winter chill is setting deep My back is growing weaker My youth seems out of reach I'm sick of all this labour At least it keeps me off the streets My lungs are full of fever My hair is in retreat I'm scared by all these crooks Carving footprints while I sleep I spent my time shopping through windows I spent my money on being cheap In spite of that I'm living Sometimes I call it