Been nine months
Since I've cut my hair
Nowhere to go
No reason to care
Been two weeks
Since I've gone outside
Can't go out
Got nothing to hide
At least it's starting to look good
I'll just stay in
Find somewhere to walk
Knock out a couple of verses
Try and make a song
At least it's starting to look good
Digging out the old notebooks
The one filled with the band logos
Looking through my old photos
Regretting what I've gone and wrote
I guess I should go and take some notes
But I'm not so sure
If I'm getting any better
Or if I'm where I was before