uninspired
it must be summer because the sun's finally out, but i'm still locked in so now i can't blame the clouds. so much worry and doubt come with happiness sometimes i miss the cold, at least i didn't sweat. i'm still tired, still uninspired; wide awake with nothing new to say. it's hard to find comfort in someone else’s words, but i'll never do it myself so i better learn. i know i sung some terrible songs, well i hope you forgive me, i know what i did was wrong. i'm still tired, still uninspired; wide awake with nothing new to say. just another verse about the same curse reworded, i'll pretend that it's something new. it's hard to feel bad when you tell me things like that. please hold on to this like a secret or a promise. i'm not so tired, i'll try to be inspired if you lay with me and sing me to sleep.