Lyrics: Shawn Yang
Music: Shawn Yang
Arranger: Shawn Yang
Bare feet pressed against the cold linoleum
Thinking about how much I hated my own voice today
Smiling at people whodon't even know my middle name
Iβ m finally off the clock
Just the buzz of the fridge and this heavy air
Finally, finally
Ididn't turn the overhead light on
The blue from the street lamp is enough to see the mess I made
This is the only part of the day I actually own
No one needs a version of me right now
Nobody needs me
Just me and these thoughts thatdon't have to go anywhere
Itβ s quiet enough to hear myself lie
Hear myself lie
Iβ m looking at the yard through the screen door
The sprinklers just kicked in and it smells like wet dirt
I should probably go to bed but Iβ m scared of the morning
That first second when I have to be the man they expect
I checked the mail and left it on the counter
Probably just bills Iβ m not gonna open yet
Itβ s whatever though
Iβ m just sitting here with the cricket under the porch
Under the porch
This is the only part of the day I actually own
No one needs a version of me right now
Nobody needs me
Just me and these thoughts thatdon't have to go anywhere
Itβ s quiet enough to hear myself lie
Hear myself lie
Just let it sit
Don't wake up yet
I'm good right here on the floor
Yeah
Peace is just staying still
Staying still
Don't ask me for anything
Not tonight
Not tonight