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