(I Am Done) Making Fun of Myself

I am done making fun of myself
On the first day of september i do declare
To the birds on the roofs and the drunkards walking loose
I am done making fun of myself
There’s a tree in the yard that i can blindly trust
To remain when my pain pains no more
There’s no you, there’s no me
There’s no way i go back in
I am done making fun of myself