Write down what you want
And talk to it
February is a feeling inside of me
And I'm ending it
I like the way the sky looks
You can just do anything
What should I do with my life?
Do nothing
Do nothing
Nothing so smooth as this fog I've been under
Nothing as thick as this dust I've been breathing in
Nothing as strange as this big, ugly city
I am so lucky the way I've been loving you
It's chilling
To the bone
To the bone
A directional longing, a piece of a door
A problem I keep that I keep looking for
And I'm sure, I'm not sure of a lot, but I'm sure
I'm sure, I'm sure
February's only a feeling inside of me
Forgetting remembering the reasons for everything
Everything's funny, so funny, so funny
Waiting for you to walk in and be proud of me
And I've got a feeling, a feeling inside of me
Digging up weeds until something starts happening
I keep on listening
Stay lucky
Stay lucky
Write down what you want
And talk to it
February is a feeling inside of me
And I'm ending it
Write down what you want
And remember it
I like the way the sky looks
I like talking to it
