Traffic Lights

Salt in the wound
Dropped from the typical height
I'm not in the mood
No, not on a difficult night
Or some afternoon
While I wait in a busy self check out line
And keep making room
For the people behind

I'm outside, I'm pouting
I'm tough skin, I'm waking up tired
I'm capsized, I'm drowning
Don't touch me, I'm holding the wire
And please don't remind me
I'm finally alright
And please, I don't need
All of these traffic lights

Salt in the wound
Said by the usual type
Like ain't that the truth?
Oh sweetheart, wow, you really look like
You thought it all through
Or you thought
You'd feel differently now
But, babe, we thought you knew
That this is how it goes down

I'm outside, I'm pouting
I'm tough skin, I'm waking up tired
I'm capsized, I'm drowning
Don't touch me, I'm holding the wire
And please don't remind me
I'm finally alright
And please, I don't need
All of these traffic lights

I'll never be strong
I can't make the time
The waitlist got long
While I played inside
My timing got bad
I cry on the drive
I only get mad
With nowhere to hide
And what comes around was looking for me
I painted my face to match what I see
To match what I see
To match what I see

Salt in the wound
Paired with a casual sight
I just can't look through
Why, oh why on tonight of all nights?

I'm outside, I'm pouting
I'm tough skin, I'm waking up tired
I'm capsized, I'm drowning
Don't touch me, I'm holding the wire
And please don't remind me
I'm finally alright
And please, I don't need
All of these traffic lights
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, I don't need anymore
Oh, I don't need anymore
Oh, no, no more
Traffic lights