The January Song

F C Feeling sleepy from refreshing tabs all day G Am From overeating from my reheated buffet F C The sky rolled outwards in a technicolor gray G Am Luminescent(?) like a funeral bouquet F Dm I’ve been sleeping in my shoes C Am G There’s so many things left to do F Dm C Am Sleeping in my shoes G F C On my bicycle, I am hardly peddling G Am The city likewise hardly begging me to stay F Dm C Am I am sleeping in my shoes G F C Am G F C Dm(?) G(?) Dm F If you are going to bring me January C G I’ve seen the bare trees and the frost in their leaves Dm F I’ve got this longing for lowing cows, want to get married C G In a field of august corn, in a golden prairie Dm F If you want to bring me to January C G We can go back to where they made me Dm F O, darling I was formed there, that’s where they left me C G Bitter beginnings, cold and empty Dm F So let’s be January, C G Our resolution: warm and plenty Dm F I’ve got this longing for lowing cows, let’s get married C G I want a little house, I want to be carried Dm F But if you’re going to bring me to January C G Let me body float, light and airy Dm F Broken like a moombie (?) on a rocky stream C G Your bulging eyes, like fighting hockey teams (?) Dm F I am a lobster, anxious company, C G Flushing, boiling, doomed and lonely Dm F Somehow ancient, and very ugly C G Break my shell and eat me Dm F And if you are going to bring me to January C G Bring my body and have it buried F C Feeling sleepy, feeling tired, G Am I put my eyes away F Dm C Am G I’ve been sleeping in my shoes C Dm C Dm C Sleeping in my shoes