December - Greg Laswell

December is gone and on and on

I swore that I’d go to the end of this one

But January it ended my buzz

Just enough to finish me off

Could I be losing my angle on you?

With every day that I don’t come through

Could I be losing my angle on you?

With every day that I don’t come through

Ahhhhhh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Best laid plans always lay me out

This time last year I was going to be an astronaut

My words weigh less and less I fear soon

They’ll just float up to the moon with you

Could I be losing my angle on you?

With every day that I don’t come through

Could I be losing my angle on you?

With every day that I don’t come through