The Glad Fact

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
Now I enter the season of summer
Tired and not really feeling
And I am like the begrudgingly awakened
For whom the sun is here to spite
And all my attempts at living
Just like all of my feelings for girls
Since you
Have been fainthearted 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