31 Days
Zee Avi Lyrics

The ripe age of seventeen
At the age of seventeen, when I was young and inexperienced

Moved into the big bad city
I moved to the city despite its reputation for being dangerous and unkind

Hoping it'd accept me
I hoped that the city would welcome me and allow me to thrive

But I didn't care it would make me wise and lean
I didn't mind the challenges and hardships of the city, as I believed they would make me wiser and tougher

Spent many a sleepless nights
I had many nights where I couldn't sleep

Don't care if the bedbugs bite
I didn't even care if bedbugs were biting me while I slept

A hundred fancy couches
Even if I had access to luxurious items

But my pillow was the thought of you
All I could think about was my love for you, which comforted me

A flameless name
My reputation or identity was not well-known or highly regarded

A foolish game
This pursuit of love could be considered reckless or impractical

I'm half crazy
I felt like I was going mad or insane due to the intensity of my emotions

And you're too sane
You are too logical or rational, which makes it difficult for you to understand my feelings

Thirty one days in June
For the entire month of June

My only mission was to find you
My sole goal was to locate and reunite with you

Yes I may be tired and I'm spent
I'm exhausted and depleted from my search

But my love will pay the rent
Even though I may have little else, my love for you is all I need to get by

With one shirt on my back
I only had a single shirt to wear

My father's duffel bag
The only luggage I had belonged to my father

And it's seen better days
The duffel bag had clearly been used and was showing signs of wear and tear

Just like the youth that was once on my face
The passing of time and challenges of life had taken a toll on me, just as they had on my father's old bag

A shameless name
My name or actions could be considered without shame or guilt

A foolish game
My pursuit of love could still be considered unwise or foolish

I'm half crazy
I still feel like I'm going mad from all of this

And you're too sane
You are still too level-headed and practical to understand my perspective

Thirty one days in June
Again, for the entire month of June

My only mission was to find you
My determination to find you remained unwavering

Yes I may be tired and I'm spent
I'm still exhausted and depleted from my search

But my love will pay the rent
Despite everything, my love for you is still all I have - and it will be enough

My love, yeah my love, will pay the rent
My love is the only thing that can sustain me and keep me going, even in hardship