| I just don’t see a whole lot of sun
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| And lately, I just can’t seem to have any fun
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| I look outside my window
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| It’s so dark, I feel my eyes begin to close
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| Seasonal depression’s got me sleeping off the days
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| And I’ve wasted all my time feeling grey
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| When the sun peeks out, I sit outside
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| To bask in my tiny bit of a light
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| To warm the cold that I feel inside
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| Been locked up in here with the rain coming down
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| I tried to fool myself to lift up my frown
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| But a cup of tea and a nap don’t solve my problems
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| I don’t like LA 'cept for tacos and Venice
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| But God, I would move, get some rays and play tennis
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| And tell my Lyft driver to turn up the volume
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| Seasonal depression’s got me sleeping off the days
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| And I’ve wasted all my time feeling grey
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| When the sun peeks out, I sit outside
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| To bask in my tiny bit of a light
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| To warm the cold that I feel inside
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| We’re all just trying to get by
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| Searching desperately for bits of blue in the sky
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| Sometimes, it’s hard to wake on up
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| It takes more than loads of coffee in your cup
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| 'Cause seasonal depression’s got us sleeping off the days
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| And we’ve wasted all our time feeling grey
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| When the sun peeks out, we sit outside
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| To bask in our tiny bit of a light
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| To warm the cold that we feel inside |