I'm not a boy
I'm a broke tail light
And I'm coming home late tonight
You try to do it right
Try to do it clean
You're the proud widow of a sad machine
But these days the only kind of medicine that I can afford
Is being on the clock and uniformed but mostly ignored
I can't stop myself from being honest
I can't stop myself from being me
I'm not a man
I'm a pale sunset
And I'm counting every glance I get
If empty clouds can't take you home
Then at least you won't feel more alone
These days the only sort of education I can't forget
Is being unemployed and unfulfilled and drowning in debt
I can't stop myself from being honest
I can't stop myself from being me
I couldn't hold it back if I wanted
Trying to find middle c