Groceries

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



Credits
Writer(s): Colin Ballantyne Tracey
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