Warm Winter

Entering the winter of my discontent
I’m doomed to travel the path more bent
And winding and twisting and shit
I see the road ahead and I lament

For the time I miss when I’m out of my rent
I like to slip away and I went
All winding and twisting and shit
The worse I will feel never to repent

And it’s 80 degrees in the sun
But I’m stuck in here with the heater on
But I’m hearing you should be not afraid
The warmer it gets the less I know you’re hurting, son

And now I am starting to rise above it
My problems and worries I meant by that bit
I’m locking my mind in a cage
You know you help me out with every hit

You condone every chance that I say that I get
I know you hate it, but haven’t stopped me yet
I’m locking my mind in a cage
Is there nothing you want to do about it

I don’t have to worry
‘bout the pages in front of me
I don’t have to think about
How much of me they see
I don’t have to think about
All those opportunities
I don’t have to worry
Worry, worry

And it’s 80 degrees in the sun
But I’m stuck in here with the heater on
But I’m hearing you should be not afraid
The warmer it gets the less I know you’re hurting, son

And it’s 80 degrees in the sun
But I’m stuck in here with the heater on
But I’m hearing you should be not afraid
The warmer it gets the less I know you’re hurting, son