Stuck

waiting for the rain to start

looking at the sky

trying to find some sympathy i can't seem to find

inside

and i'm trying not to think of you

and ways we used to be

but i keep flashing in on your jawline

to tell you the truth, honey, i'd like to kick you out

of me

but i'm stuck here

waiting for the shoe to drop

yeah waiting for the phone to ring

to someone to need me again

yeah i'm stuck here

waiting for the paint to dry

waiting on the love of my life

come on and need me again

yeah i thought all the growing was over

i'd hit some kind of stride

then i put my guard down

and you all came and hit me from behind

hit me from behind

and you think i would have learned all this

the first time around

pushing only busts stuff

lying makes me feel obnoxious

baby you're clearly still no good for me at all

you're no damn good for me

i said you're no damn good for me

but i'm stuck here

waiting for the shoe to drop

yeah waiting for the phone to ring

to someone to need me again

yeah i'm stuck here

waiting for the paint to dry

everybody look at folksinger waiting on the love of her

life

come on and need me again

So rest eludes me

Now I'm back where I've already been

waiting for the rain to start

looking at the sky