I'm the Passenger
I heard about all your new friends,
Such a good life, seems like you're doing well.
Tell me how, how long did it take for you to manage
Your big escape?
Was it in your eyes?
Was it your winning charm?
Could it be something I did
That made you so sick of the secrets?
For once in my life, I'm not sorry for anything.
Cause when done is done, I'm just a passenger.
So here I lay in a stranger's bed.
My head aches and my throat burns
From these late nights and spirit drinks.
Such poor advice from mixed company.
But I hold on to every word,
Desperate for my missing piece.
With my fingers frozen to a glass bottle,
I watch fleeting friends light their cigarettes.
What is left to prove?
Where do I fit in?
Do I still have it in me?
Well, is anyone listening?
For once in my life, I'm not sorry for anything.
Cause when done is done, and when my time comes,
Oh when done is done, I'm just a passenger.
I once was alive, but now I'm just living.