I phoned a friend
And said 'can you help me man
I think I'm over-thinking again'
He said 'its fine
Well I've been doing the same
I think its just a millennial thing'
This cold city brings nothing but rain
And I'll keep telling myself
Good love is on its way
So I'll go to town
And act more lost than found
And complain there's no one nice around
And at 2am I'll say 'guys I'm going to bed'
Because I'd rather not feel lonely instead
This cold city brings nothing but rain
And I'll keep telling myself
Good love is on its way
I saw a doctor
And said 'I'm not feeling too great
I think there's something wrong with me'
After checking my vital signs
He said 'well you seem fine
Have you heard of a think called anxiety?'
This cold city brings nothing but rain
And I'll keep telling myself
Good love is on its way
This cold city brings nothing but rain
And I'll keep telling myself
Good love is on its way