When I awoke in a cold sweat
I opened my eyes in hopes last year was all in my head
Well, of course, it wasn't
I stared at a ceiling who hates me
Because indecision feeds complacency
When I awoke I did not know where I'd been sleeping
But I had an inkling it was not the bed I'd wanted
High-rise or basement, you take your pick
I want to be six feet underground with flowers on the surface Because I'm so f**ing tired
Of waking up tired
With that throbbing pain in my head
I know I'm speaking vaguely, but lately
Those are the only terms in which I can speak adequately Now, I know that I don't have the guts
To go home, and face what I have not done:
Golden opportunities are sitting right in front of me
Still I hold my hands behind my back:
An excuse to not take the good and bad I deserve to get
I found peace in a parking lot
I think I'll tell everyone I was hanging out with my friends. Then in the morning
I'll drive home like nothing ever happened
I found peace in a parking lot