Little Tiny

The sunrise in the morning comes before I’ve even gotten into bed
And the light pours through my window but the rain is coming down inside my head
And I’ve gotten pretty tired of all these beatings that I take
And it never seems to let up when I'm dreaming or when I'm awake

And I’ve never been small, but I feel a little tiny all the time
I don't know who I could call in this town in the middle of the night
If my car broke down or I was locked out of my house
If I needed to hear someone say hello
And I’ve done it to myself, I’ve made sure I will always be alone

And I think that I can see you from my window, and I think I hear you call
But I go and get my toolbox and my trowel and I build another wall
Then I go back to my bed and I plug my ears without another look
And I throw back all the people who have never asked to be let off the hook

And I’ve never been small, but I feel a little tiny all the time
I don't know who I could call in this town in the middle of the night
If my car broke down or I was locked out of my house
If I needed to hear someone say hello
And I’ve done it to myself, I’ve made sure I will always be alone

And all kidding aside, in a hundred different ways
I'm the punchline once again
I am all of the clichés
And I’ve tried and I’ve tried to use the words you say
To fix my broken mind, to try and be okay
But still too often I find, all the ridicule replays
In the quietest of times, in the sounds of all my days

It’s the whistling of the old radiator in the living room
And the sound of kitten paws across the floor
It’s the humming of the traffic out my window, but no knocking at the door
It’s the ticking of the clock that I'm sure is getting faster
And the feeling that I’ve written this song before
It’s the humming of the traffic out my window, but no knocking at the door