Traffic light in my head stuck on red.
It’s easy to sit here most days.
Other times I want to go through but I always cause a scene when I’m impatient.
Better wait carefully.
It’ll be my turn soon enough.
Yeah honestly, I don’t even know where I’m going or coming from.
Do you understand how my arms complain and complain all day?
Screaming behind me, punching their horn, telling me to just go ahead.
Too many ways I can be involved in a crash and I’ve got to be more responsible.