Paper Cup

A crowded room is a lonely place

I can't hear myself think

All the small talk drowns me out

I can feel my body sinking

Sometimes I'm an empty paper cup

Waiting for the rain to fill me up

Nothing is bluer than a sunny day

Turning me gray

There was wrong and there was right

And there I was somewhere between

Right by you and right by me

Weren't the same thing

Take myself on a holiday

Make me shiny and new

Before I'm ever even there

I'm counting the days til it's through

That's what I do

What I do

Sometimes I'm an empty paper cup

Waiting for the rain to fill me up

Nothing is bluer than a sunny day

Turning me gray