The Folks Around Town - Basement Years Lyrics

Woke up every Monday
Counting seconds 'til the mundane
Feelings washed away
With a cold shower

Tell myself I'm doing okay
No need to believe it
Just keep singing it out loud

Wake up every Monday
Stare up at the ceiling
Call my mother, fake a smile
Tell myself I'm doing fine

No, really - I'm doing fine
Tell myself I'm doing fine
It's getting better all the time
It's getting better all the time

Wake up every Monday
Stare blankly in the mirror
Leave the house for some sunlight
It might just help you get right
It might just help you get right

My basement years are coming for me
I've got nowhere to go

My basement years are calling
I'm doing my best to not give in
Not sure how long I can hold out
My demons are out to win

My basement years are over
For the moment I am sure

My basement years are over
And I'm coming up for air
Though it might be temporary
I'll take what I can get
And leave out all the rest