A room packed with people, and yet I feel alone
Imprisoned in my head
And this might be your fault, since I gave you the key
For 364 days I have been your rock
But on day 365 I was washed out to sea
I only hoped you’d think to look for me
For 364 days I was your joker, your shoulder to lean on
On day 365 the tables were turned
Turns out you were driving on a one-way street
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
A room packed with people, and yet I feel alone
Imprisoned in my head
And this might be your fault, since I gave you the key
For 364 days I have been your rock
But on day 365 I was washed out to sea
I only hoped you’d think to look for me
For 364 days I was your joker, your shoulder to lean on
On day 365 the tables were turned
Turns out you were driving on a one-way street