L-Train

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