Too Much Time In My House Alone Leith Ross

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 a letter
As it replaces the wine
Praying it's read 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