Slow March

In december I was cold

Felt like I got swallowed by the trees

January I was filled with hope

But nothing changed at all, especially me

Lately I’ve been afraid of myself

Tried some pills but they didn’t help

Who can tell anymore how you’re supposed to be you

Really anything’s true

Really anything’s gold

If you paint it that way

I’m needing a statement to make

So I wrote out my life as a list

Thinking is this shit all there is?

In february I was out of luck

Cupid couldn’t find my home address

August brought a tender kind of touch

But lust it soon enough turned to regret

Stupid I’ve been abusing my mind

Number than ever I’m losing the time

And all that I want is to do what’s impossible

Heard you got rushed to the hospital

I called but the static was so loud

Now I’m tracing the streets of our hometown

You never know what you’ll miss

Til the moment that you’re leaving it

It’s been a slow, slow march

Waiting for a reason to move

It’s been a slow, slow start

But I’m hoping that I’ll make it to june

It’s been a slow, slow march

Waiting for the flowers to bloom

It’s been a slow, slow start

But I know I could be somebody new

Somebody new