Where's My Bike

My bike is still in my ex's garage

I'll never get it back

The pile of to do lists has gotten quite large

Guess I'm alright with that

My mom calls to ask about my week

And I can tell it's a trap

My leg starts to jump to show me I'm in for another panic attack

My car is parked at the edge of my parents' lot

Cuz I basically live with them

My phone overheated on the seat

Cuz I forgot to bring all my stuff in

My friends don't talk to me much anymore

And I don't blame them

What do I have left to say about shit that would be worth listening to

I didn't know I was in a rut

Until I could feel it in my gut

I didn't think things got this far

Now I'm not sure what these things are

My shoes are wet from the neighbor's yard my dad warned not to walk in

I'm going to a cafe to stare at a book I'm too tired to be reading

My coffee is almost as bitter as I am

Isn't even worth drinking

I'm going to the park to lay on a tire swing till someone catches me sleeping

My arms are dangling back and forth

Almost touching the hot sand

I'm sick of singing songs about my ex's

Should join someone else's band

Sing songs about their life instead of mine

Be part of a very marketable brand

Or I could keep wallowing all afternoon

Only think about my own problems

I didn't know I was in a rut

Until I could feel it in my gut

I didn't think things got this far

Now I'm not sure what these things are

And I didn't think I was so far gone

But now I can admit that I was wrong

And I didn't think I could turn things around

But now I've put my feet back on the ground