Too Much Time In My House Alone Letra - 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

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

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

About being better than I once had been

Running, running from lightning

Waiting inside for something to happen

Missing and never risking rain

For the sake of staying in fashion