the same
I’m walking and talking,
Crying and trying
To run my way home
Heart full of ice,
hands on the dice
No way out, and
I don’t know why
Burning, I’m yearning
To turn and to learn
To run again, again home
You look past
You’ve already cast
Me in my role
And I am last
(The woman on the side
talking to herself, the friend
who hides within the ride
you drive past, she
doesn’t have a name
not to you, and what matters
is that you’re not the same)
I am wanting, it’s daunting
This need that I feed
To be on my way home
I look to you
To what it is true
but you’re a lie
and I lose
Losing isn’t choosing
Having isn’t laughing
Drive by, walk by
I, myself, we try
To make a life
(she’s mad, you’re sane
She’s lost and you’re the same
You’re only just the same)