Speak Low If You Speak Love Next Year
They try to pry me from my room but I won't listen
They say there;s so much out there that I'm missing
Well, I would rather watch a movie in bed alone
Or pretend I didn't hear the ringing of my phone
I've been trying really hard
Not to sleep on my right arm
All my friends they laugh because they don't know who they are
I can brush it out, but my hair still looks like yarn
I just don't have the strength to cut it off yet
I'm just not happy with the way my year's been
I complain to anyone who will listen
And if I want a compliment I'll go fishin'
I'm low and I'm sure it shows because my hair is as dirty as my clothes
I just don't have the strength to cut it off
I'm just not happy with the way my year's gone
And honestly, I think I like being sad
It's a narrative of everything I never had
That's why I smile when I put on my cap
Just knowing what's underneath my hat
So when I finally cut it off it'll be for me
And maybe next year I'll be happy