Smoking at the Gas Station

Smokin' at the gas station
Desperate for attention
In small gestures of protest

Trace the outline of my hand, so
I'm reminded where I end
Say this is no contest to be loved by you
To be loved by you
You
You

I need to get out of the house today
To try my face out on strangers
And if anyone's to look my way
I'll latch onto their gaze demanding answers

How to look more like you
How to look more like you
You, you

How can everything feel so familiar?
Do I have to mourn, do I have to mourn?
Feeling anything that's unfamiliar?
Do I have to mourn, do I have to mourn?
Everything that's unfamiliar?
Do I have to mourn, do I have to mourn?