I got my long sleeves on
Baggy, and way too long
Nobody has questions in December
But 5 months later, all I hear, is

"Aren't you warm? "
"Aren't you sweating up a storm? "
"Are you aware, that it's hotter than hell out here? "
Maybe I, would dress for the weather
If I would feel better
But I have to tell them all, I'm freezing
No matter the season

It feels so good to hide
To cover what I don't like
And I'll be doing fine, until I step outside
And somebody asks me again

"Aren't you warm? "
"Aren't you sweating up a storm? "
"Are you aware, that it's hotter than hell out here? "
Maybe I, would dress for the weather
If I would feel better
But I have to tell them all, I'm freezing
No matter the season
No matter the season

It really gets to me
That I can't answer truthfully

"Aren't you warm? "
"Aren't you sweating up a storm? "
"Are you aware, that it's hotter than hell out here? "
Maybe I, would dress for the weather
If I would feel better
But I have to tell them all, I'm freezing
No matter the season
No matter the season