Too Much Time In My House Alone

At the back of a slingshot Hoping there's no rot in the wood Hoping the books I read were good Enough for their morals At the back of a school bus Knowing I'm late to get home Not used to being on my own Trying to be normal But I guess I'm going or I'm dying And I'm finding out At the end of a bad knot Hoping there's slack in the rope Hoping there's somewhere to go Through the fog at my feet Signing off on the letter As it replaces the wine Praying it's right, just one time And not lost at sea But I guess I'm going or I'm dying And I'm finding out I've been looking at myself, and I've been waiting For a reaction Nothing from the reflection It's just a kid in circular glasses Running, running from lightning Waiting for thunder under her dad's wing I would, just to be back there I would do I would do something I've been staring at myself, and I've been waiting For an infraction Something to make me feel better But I'm being better And I once have been Running, running from lightning Waiting inside for something to happen Missing, but never risking pain For the sake of staying in fashion