December

December is gone and on and on
I swore that I’d go to the end of this one
But January it ended my buzz
Just enough to finish me off
Could I be losing my angle on you?
With every day that I don’t come through
Could I be losing my angle on you?
With every day that I don’t come through
Ahhhhhh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Best laid plans always lay me out
This time last year I was going to be an astronaut
My words weigh less and less I fear soon
They’ll just float up to the moon with you
Could I be losing my angle on you?
With every day that I don’t come through
Could I be losing my angle on you?
With every day that I don’t come through