friendly, not friends

A crowded building can feel so lonely When you know both sides of every story You're friendly, but not friends Feel that familiar dread again And they're taller than you And they walk too fast You're not a part of their plans In the future or the past You always come in last Going 85 On the interstate Trying to forget Anything and everything I have a walking bassline cushion My seat's all the way pushed in It's upright 90 degrees Keychains overwhelm the keys Seatbelt light goes on Backpack in the passenger seat There's no one else here but me Cuticles bleeding Sewing seeds of believing Every sentence I say Will trigger someone leaving Turn on the shower and pretend that it's rain (Pretend that it's rain) Watering the flowers And numbing the pain Pretend that it's rain Pretend everything is okay Pretend that it's rain (I never liked your cow print converse) (What's underneath is diminishing) Pretend everything is okay, okay I'm sick of it all Sick of it all