I listen to Joni Mitchell
And realized I am alone
It's what I wanted
After all
And it's like
It's the first time
I've opened my eyes
What was I expecting
What was I expecting
I can hear the traffic even though I'm underground
I'm chewing my fingers, peeling layers
I don't wanna die, without
Being famous and loved and right
I'm still waiting for someone to knock on my door
I couldn't tell you if I'm right anymore
