Moods Like English Weather

Well I guess I messed things up again

I got caught in a landslide and my phone died

And the weather added context

I swear that I just cried for a week about the sun

I came to all the conclusions

Of how I'm losing

Every single thing I am

Had every plan of not moving from my bed ever again

But I got scared of everything

Well I guess I messed things up again

Maybe all I'll ever be

Is just a self fulfilling prophecy of all the worries inside me

Well I guess I messed things up again

Is this all I'll ever be?

I was trying to be a better person but I'm weak, I'm weak, I'm weak

I've gotten better at losing and it's using

Every single bone I have

To be the one that's refusing to give up on everything

They told me things would get better

Like the weather

But I'm still waiting for that cold to fade from November

Maybe I should let it go

I already melt at everything

Well I guess I messed things up again

Maybe all I'll ever be

Is just a self fulfilling prophecy of all the worries inside me

Well I guess I messed things up again

Is this all I'll ever be?

I was trying to be a better person but I'm weak, I'm weak, I'm weak

All these moods like English weather

Are never getting better

I might stay inside forever

Where at least I know it's warm