Apparently I am writing a country song (or what would probably be labeled a country song) born out of my recent frustration with the clothes I own and hate on my body right now. Trying to channel that into songwriting instead of buying clothes so yeah.
[Verse]
Everything is too tight
not right
Don't think I'll make it out tonight
Staring at the hangers with a frown
That shirt's dumb
not fun
Do I have another one?
Is there something in that pile on the ground?
[chorus?]
I've got a closet full of clothes
and yet nothing to wear.
Is the problem my wardrobe
Or just my face and hair?
[Verse]
Everything is too tight
not right
Don't think I'll make it out tonight
Staring at the hangers with a frown
That shirt's dumb
not fun
Do I have another one?
Is there something in that pile on the ground?
[chorus?]
I've got a closet full of clothes
and yet nothing to wear.
Is the problem my wardrobe
Or just my face and hair?
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