I hate the Draft

Two times a week, I’d like to tell myself I wouldn’t care

And two times a week, I would lie

And I know I’m digging, my own grave

But the headstone says, it’s for you

Open the cellar door

To let some light in

But close the window I hate the draft

And open the cellar door

To let some light in

I don’t know how long I’ll last

Three times a day, I give myself time

Three times a day, I would think

Three times a day is two to many

I just don’t know what to do

Four times a year, the seasons change

Four times a year, I feel a bit better

But two too many years are fallowing me

I want it split in two

Open the cellar door

To let some light in

But close the window I hate the draft