Got plenty of the Polaroids
Still in my room
The door is always unlocked
You can come whenever
I got plenty of your "half-way thru's"
Inside my head
The rain's about to start
Just leave me here
Try and call it poetic justice
'Cause no one's here
Fact of the matter is I think
I'm also missing
Wish writing about it all
Would make me feel a little better
Give me a little break
From all I'm feeling
I keep all the problems I have
To myself
'Cause why would anyone care?
I'm just here to listen
Now what am I supposed to do?
It all comes back to how it looks
How am I supposed to keep on going?
Every month is a new problem
Like a game they keep adding up
It's like I lost another round
How do I flip this over?
Do I close the curtains?
Do you think the crowd would mind?
'Cause I think the overture was more than enough
The best moments they're already gone
Reviews should be getting written
Any time now
Any time now
I think I might be missing
Will anyone look?
'Cus I'm getting pretty sad
I think I might be missing
'Cause nobody's around
Don't recognize a thing out here
I think I might be missing
Will anyone look?
'Cus I'm getting pretty sad
I think I might be missing
'Cause nobody's around
Don't recognize a thing out here
I think I might be missing
Will anyone look?
'Cus I'm getting pretty sad
I think I might be missing
'Cause nobody's around
Don't recognize a thing out here
I think I might be missing
Will anyone look?
'Cus I'm getting pretty sad
I think I might be missing
I think I might be missing