A Momentary Phase

I'm cleaning house, I'm clearing space Put all my belongings in one place Don't mind the mess, there's more to be done But the paint is drying and I got the color wrong Hanging on what could've been It was over before it could begin I'm looking through a dirty windshield And it feels like the glass is wearing thin I'm scraping solace from the strangest places Wish I could take you down the well I'm living in Maybe this is not who I am Maybe it's not who I'm meant to be I've begun to see this might've been a waste of time I'm sure it will blow over tomorrow It's just another one of those days Might've only been a momentary phase Too much sleeping, empty dreaming Clean-cut exit, ripped at the seams and The day was done before I could exhale I've set up shop and everything I own's for sale Maybe this is not who I am Maybe it's not who I'm meant to be I've begun to see this might've been a waste of time I'm sure it'll blow over tomorrow It's just another one of those days Might've only been a momentary phase