Tim Ward Jr. - Sleep 'til 22

December first feels even worse
Than last year at this time
Temps are dropping, endless shopping
And the cheer is hard to find
Too much hurry to be merry
Is this what we really need?
Hope the fat man comes around and
Stuffs our stockings full of weed

Let's burn a big one slow
Dig some igloos in the snow
Burrow deep and sleep 'til 22

The days are short now in the north
The long nights take a toll
And my lovesick heart is black and charred
Just call me Sad King Cole
Burning candles on the mantle
Tryna drive away the gloom
But it won't flinch and mister Grinch
Is hiding in my room

The slide feels like regression
Is this seasonal depression?
I've slipped in deep let's sleep 'til 22

December first feels even worse
Sleep til '22
The days are short now in the north
Sleep til '22
Won't remember this December
I'll just sleep til '22
Burnin' slow down in the snow
Sleep til '22

December first feels even worse
Sleep til '22
The days are short now in the north
Sleep til '22
Won't remember this December
I'll just sleep til '22

Written by:
Timothy Ward

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