Roy's Our Boy - Charmer
Lyrics by:David Daignault/Neal Berg/Nick Erickson
Composed by:David Daignault/Neal Berg/Nick Erickson
You know where I hide my keys
On my front porch
To my front door
I'm passed out on my trampoline
Just wishing things were
Like they were before
Happiness became a chore
Seasonal depression puts your face in the snow
And you're just a failure
If you move back home
I'll break the bad habit
That I sleep with my phone
I'm so alone I'm so alone
Just look at the dead leaves
Crumbling beneath our feet
And that first semester wasn't good for me
I get nervous
So I bite the sides of my cheeks
I won't notice 'til my mouth begins to bleed
Well you know where I hide my keys
On my front porch
To my front door
I'm passed out on my trampoline
Just wishing things were like they were before
Seasonal depression puts your face in the snow
And you're just a failure
If you move back home
I'll break the bad habit
That I sleep with my phone
I'm so alone I'm so alone
Seasonal depression puts your face in the snow
And you're just a failure
If you move back home
I'll break the bad habit
That I sleep with my phone
I'm so alone I'm so alone