Stan (Slowed)

But your picture on my wall,
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
My key's gone cold,
I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all.
The morning rain clouds up my window,
And I can't see at all.
And even if I could, it'd all be gray,
But your picture on my wall,
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.