歌词
Winter's creeping up on me
Either summer was shorter or global warming
I look around my room and all I see is an unmade bed, misplaced records and untied tennis shoes
A half burned photograph of you
Of course I couldn't see it through
Is this what I've got to show for all my years on this Earth?
Cause if so, no wonder I question my worth
I wonder if I'll ever be truly happy
I know only time can say but honesty it doesn't look that way