plum
down where it's dark and cold
hands freezing - hug myself for warmth
surrounded by artificial light and the noise of guitar
the phone doesn't like me anymore
so I tried to sleep but I guess I didn't get very far...
aim my thoughts to the door
I can't leave, can't sleep, I already ate but I'm hungry for more
just a plum sitting on a shelf
just a bum with nothing else to lose but himself
just a plum
just a plum
I open my mouth to speak but
nothing is all I have to say because
I make sense to me because
I blame myself for everything
do I seem empty to you because
I'm just full of surprises
I can be ashamed of me because
I'm by myself you see
just a plum sitting on a shelf
all by himself