Parking Lot

In the parking lot, I feel like I am losing touch And the shopping carts keep rolling, barely holding up And everything inside keeps beeping talking telling me To put the item back into the bag again I'm back again, it's like I never left, I never left In the parking lot, I feel like I am somewhere else I text my boss and say that I'm not feeling well And I'm not sure what is wrong with me But it's probably just hard to be a person feeling anything I'm back again, I've got to eat somehow, I feel the pull I feel a bangin' in my skull I'm a growing girl, my ups and downs are natural When the day is done, I feel like I could turn to dust I cannot breathe, I cannot hold my own head up And I'm not sure what would help or if there's anything Maybe I'll just always be a little bit sad