Drivin'

What am I supposed to do?
Just drivin' round the fairgrounds another time or two
Where am I gonna go?
When the girl behind the counter at the coffeshop
— gets tired of me hangin' round with nothin' left to say
I’m tryin' to get away
I’m bored out of my mind
And I’ve changed all the lightbulbs
And had this conversation about three million times or more
I guess I walk around the grocery store — again
Ohoo this don’t feel like livin'
It’s just survivin'. I ain’t goin' nowhere
I’m just drivin'
I know that you’re upstairs
And I’m down here watchin' television
Tryin' to make some sense out of the way it feels to be so close to you
And feel so far away
Oh I just wish you’d go to bed
Without the expectation that I’ll come up there and say
Something to help you feel like things aren’t such a mess
I’ll just sweep the floor and clean the desk
Put up the dishes and then fold some clothes I guess
Ohoo this don’t feel like livin'
It’s just survivin'. I ain’t goin' nowhere
Oh I’m just drivin'