The Glad Fact - Dirty Projectors

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