Thank Gods for Tori

Jennifer Paige©1996

Vacancy

Room for rent

No one’s picking up the phone

Now that I’m ready to confess

The time it took me was all wasted

All my efforts in vain

I know you know

Climbing up your fire escape

In the city streetlight

Started writing on your walls

With my lipstick

Thought I knew myself so well

But I can’t even find myself in the mirror

Guess it’s clear I’m gone

I can’t even feel what I feel

I could use a friend

To run to

To sing to

To cry on

Losing myself again

In the shadows of my mind

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