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 5
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

and there's the warning sign
spitting neon on the gray line
cut the car from the cable
try to find another train to take