Every morning when I wake up it's the same old thing
I'm always waiting for the summer, I'm waiting for spring
I can't stay awake in daylight
And God knows I can't sleep at night
I'm tired of this room, it's always just like the last one
Always less of a home, and more like a place to crash
So can I stay the night at your place
'til the weekend or the winter ends
And I know next year, things will be better
I know next year, things will be better