Sam Smith
Melting in December
I'll write a thousand songs
'cause I don't know what else to do
I should look for a higher paying job
Should call back my mom

Listen to me complain
I swear, I've got ice cream for a brain
Chocolate or vanilla
It kind of all tastes the same to me
When it's melty

I'm melting in december
How confusing
Choosing what to do