Crying in a corner
about my life I can't control,
I'm sitting in the driver's seat
but my hands aren’t on the wheel,
I'm climbing out the window,
but the passengers don’t know

my chipped black nails
remind me I'm falling apart,
but nobody sees the broken remnants
of my shattered heart,
so I’ll keep pretending I'm just fine,
besides they’d all forget in time

I haven’t drank enough but
one more sip falls to the floor,
Rooms of almost strangers
ignore each others' *****,
Her eyes are focused elsewhere,
I guess this shows how much she cares

Nearing the breaking point
I'm rescued by someone,
I leave softly humming
that Edward Sharpe song,
Home’s wherever I'm with you,
I’ll be whatever you want me to