Bad Year

Doctor called he said what’s up

He said you gotta a lot of things going all messed up

Getting rocked around

Got you drinking from the cup

Cried a bunch of tears

Oh doctor I fear

A young heart is sure hard to steer

From the surface

It’s a burden

But we’re working on it

Hey doc

What do you call it

He said it’s just a bad year

Bad year

Oh I fear

Bad year

And it’s only getting better from here

Another bad a year

I guess I need a little patience

But I’ve been dreaming of multiple occasions

Where things turn out fine

Fine fine fine

I’ve been counting my days

Oh yes my dear

If I have more to say

I think my head would finally clear

From the surface

It’s a burden

But we’re working on it

Hey doc

What do you call it

He said it’s just a bad year

Bad year

Oh I fear

Bad year

And it’s only getting better from here

Another bad a year

Was just a bad year