One Foot Out The Door

Bad timing to scratching an itch
To the roll the dice on something permanent
So please forgive me when I close my eyes
Pretend to be invested on the inside

But who is any more
Who is any more
These days, these days
Who is any more
I got one foot out the door
These days, these days
Oh, I'm not alive for you

You sip a cup of coffee behind the patio screen
That's the closest I'll feel to anything
I'm a lizard in a shoe box, honey ; I'm a beta in a jar
Spinning out in circles wishing something far

But who ain't any more
Who ain't any more
These days, these days
Who ain't any more
Got one foot out that door
These days, these days
No, I'm not alive for you

Bad timing to scratching an itch
To roll the dice on something permanent