A lull in trafic de The Gloria Record

Just lonely, baby--doesn't mean i'm looking for a friend. i've got
plenty, i'm still learning how to lay down my life for them. don't want to find
yourself alone at thirty-five, spending half what you make on your car
(and hating that drive). just crazy, maybe--doesn't mean i'm looking for a cure.
i've got stability that scares you, 'cause it's hard to believe when you're so sure.
no matter how different you are, you're just like everybody else. no matter how hard
you try and fit in, there is no one like you. you will find you spend a good deal of
your life, sitting at red lights.