Parking Lot

I'll probably get it together tomorrow
When I finally drag my carcass out of bed
I'm in it for the long haul, the end all
I should seize the day but I'm sleeping in instead

I'm sitting in my car in the parking lot
Taking a moment to collect my thoughts
Feeling like I'm alone even when I'm not
And I hate it

Making a list of all the things I've got
Past four years taught me what I'm not
Blood sweat and tears and I hope to god
That I make it

Maybe it'd be easier
With you here
I've been thinking about the things you said
They're unclear
Why's it hard to cope even though I know
That ultimately it's all in my head

I'm sitting in my car in the parking lot
Taking a moment to collect my thoughts
Feeling like I'm alone even when I'm not
And I hate it

Making a list of all the things I've got
Past four years taught me what I'm not
Blood sweat and tears and I hope to god
That I make it



Credits
Writer(s): Forrest Pietsch
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