The Glad Fact

Well here I go again

Well here I go again

Here I go again

Well here I go again

Well here I go again

Here I go again

Now I'm into the season of summer

Tired and not really feeling

And I am like the begrudgingly awakened

For me the sun is here to spy

And all my attempts at living

Just like all of my feelings for girls

Since you

Have been faint-hearted

And ambivalent

Paralyzing

But here I go again

Well here I go again

Here I go again

Well here I go again

Well here I go again

Here I go again