Write down what you want and talk to it
February is a feeling inside of me, and I’m ending it
I like the way the sky looks, you can just do anything
What should I do with my life?
Do nothing!
Do nothing!
Nothing so smooth as this fog I’ve been under
Nothing as thick as this dust I’ve been breathing in
Nothing as strange as this big, ugly city
I am so lucky the way I’ve been loving you
It’s chilling!
To the bone!
A directional longing, a piece of a door
A problem I keep that I keep looking for
And I’m sure, I’m not sure of a lot, but I’m sure
I’m sure, I’m sure
February’s only a feeling inside of me, forgetting remembering the reasons for everything
Everything’s funny, so funny, so funny, waiting for you to walk in and be proud of me
And I’ve got a feeling, a feeling inside of me, digging up weeds until something starts happening
I keep on listening
Stay lucky!
Stay lucky!
Write down what you want, and talk to it
February is a feeling inside of me, and I’m ending it
Write down what you want, and remember it
I like the way the sky looks, I like talking to it