The Glad Fact
DAVID LONGSTRETH
Well here I go again
Well here I go again
Here I go again
Well here I go again
Well here I go again
Here I go again
Now I'm into the season of summer
Tired and not really feeling
And I am like the begrudgingly awakened
For me the sun is here to spy
And all my attempts at living
Just like all of my feelings for girls
Since you
Have been faint-hearted
And ambivalent
Paralyzing
But here I go again
Well here I go again
Here I go again
Well here I go again
Well here I go again
Here I go again