Muted streetlight hovers on a glistening sidewalk
I walk in the street holding my own hand
Every day my life’s like straddling the yellow line
Between speeding cars in both directions
I never could find a palm the right temperature
I never could direct the traffic in my mind
I never could do quite anything as well as you, so
My self-worth rented a room in your head
And it plans to stay there
The hotel is snowed in
It plans to stay there
Somewhere I’m walking in wildflowers
Sharing the sun with everything I sense
But here I’m stuck, suspended indoor rust
Growing like mold on everything I touch
I never could find a complacent day
I never could direct my feet to ignore their stares
I never could be quite anything that you could, so
My self-worth rented a room in your heart
And it plans to stay there
The hotel is snowed in
It plans to stay there
And here, there are no future plans
She said, don’t you go making future plans
Their torture lingers in my solar plexus
The time has come to pray
Yeah, while they play with me