It's crazy how inactive my passion is
Nowadays, I'm lazing around, waiting for the couch to crowd me in
Watching wedding shows everyday like I'm a spinster with lost hope
Even though I get hit on more often than whack-a-moles
The fact is I'm alone and I'm missing my home
Because Florida isn't anything like CT, you know
It's kinda tough making this new city home
When I only wanna do things like school, work, and get old
::: Chorus :::
There has to be something more to me
Than just following the rules
Waiting for something to take over me
Hopefully I'll know by the time I close my mind
Then again, I'm better safe than denied
(repeat)
