Woke up to my host passed out
It was late and I was angry at myself
Called her on my phone after I left
It was dark and I was mad
And she could tell
I never miss my train, but I was drunk
Passed the sign that warned "Construction on the L"
Lucky, I got back to my place around five
And I cried
It's a warning sign
Spinning neon on the gray line
There's the feeling unstable again
A pattern that I fall in
Falling through an open door
Stumbled grabbing at old habits on the shelf
Cutting every corner
I've been giving less than half of myself
Each morning I wake up
The headache, the shape of release still far from my doorbell
And I don't wanna do this anymore
I wanna know me better
It's a warning sign
Spinning neon on the gray line
There's the feeling unstable again
A pattern that I'm falling in
I'm cozy in paper places
People wonder if I'm fine
Well, I'm finding that question hard to answer
Coming up empty inside
But I give a little more each time
There's the warning sign
Spitting neon on the gray line
Cut the car from the cable
Try to find another train to take
