January, Slowly Lyrics

I brought last summer's t-shirts to the Goodwill store

And cried myself to sleep upon the kitchen floor

I know I'm not perfect but I try to be

At least a little better than I was last week

Ooh

I'd take you for a spin if I had room in my car

But the boxes from the move are stuck in back like a scar

It's hopeless to get up if I can't move my hands

I could build a house out of my broken plans

Ooh

Torn movie theater ticket stubs I left in my purse

I watched them all again

I hoped it'd feel like the first

But nothing stays the same and it gets duller with time

The colors got all muddled so I painted it white

Ooh

I tried to start a garden with the tools in my shed

But by June the flowers wilted and the leaves had fell dead

I know I should be happy with the life that I've made

But why is it the only thing I'm aching to change