PBP - Calendar lyrics

i keep thinking its november its not ben its march im depressed all the time my bellys not filled with starch my best friends know ive got a real bad sweet tooth but these pearls stay white for the photo booth ​ listening to old Drake albums thinking about the Future not Hendrix but the one filled with exams ex's and kids acting extra hearing through the noise seeing the wood from the trees crowdfunding my energy cant let my calendar bring me to my knees ​ no cellphone when im out in Budapest you wont hear a peep when you're asking how i am ill probably be asleep or trying to find myself or my pa**port border to border running relay like a sport the bigger picture ill never abort the picture being success and days in the sun with my best friends and letting go of pain and tying loose ends sometimes things are unclear you just need to change the lens all my guy friends are loyal and all my girl friends are tens from Braintree to Brighton and all those inbetween and overseas they saw what i saw way befort the birds and bees iPhone 7's and plasma TV's now all i care about are underground CD's from artists that no one knows and getting grades to make my mumma smile ​ i miss those old trees outside the kitchen window i havent visited that village in a while it feels like a minute since i was 15 since it was november i hated december january 1st felt like a new me the honeymoon periods over now im just trying to improve me ​ i could disappear for 4 months the only interaction being these rhymes within your screen dont doubt that ill text you back right after my conscience is clean and this workload is over the return of the sweet tooth boy with pearly whites like the cliffs of Dover