Seasonal Despressive Seasons

Yeah I'm not really feeling better Deliberately put on my favorite sweater I'm just being honest Cautiously urning for unearned confidence Dreaming and walk in different realms Haven't seen my friends haven't seen myself Faltering faith in my trust in others Burnt out from a fog of negative colors Can't tell the difference anymore Eight hours of mist so much activity Go about my day realize That this is not Reality I'm selling my soul if your buying You can say a lot but you can't say I ain't trying Taking meetings with empty demons Jesus Christ I hate Seasonal Depressive Seasons Does anyone know if you really get better Despite the odds I'm betting on the weather All I hear is flowers in bloom Hard to say catatonic tomb Can't tell the difference anymore Eight hours of mist so much activity Go about my day realize That this is not Reality I'm selling my soul if your buying You can say a lot but you can't say I ain't trying The doctors come in with all their legions Jesus Christ I hate Seasonal Depressive Seasons Oh I'm selling my soul if your buying You can say a lot but just don't say I'm not trying Taking meetings for empty stupid reasons Jesus Christ I hate Seasonal Depressive Seasons