It's raining in the city The streets are empty The nights are long If I stay out 'til the morning there's No one to make sure the porch light's on My life is perfect I'm playing eyes Faking Fancy My payments bound So now I'm holding on to hope like a paper bag full of groceries There's still no sign of silver linings I know I'll get there soon There's no such thing as perfect timing Patience has control A one bedroom apartment No room for houseplants They'd never grow And waking up's getting harder The days don't belong to me anymore A leaky faucet No thermostat My fridge is empty The window's cracked And now I'm holding onto hope like a paper bag full of groceries There's still no sign of silver linings I know I'll get there soon There's no such thing as perfect timing Patience has control There's still no sign of silver linings I know I'll get there soon There's still no sign of silver linings I know I'll get there soon There's no such thing as perfect timing Patience has control