Comfortable

And I'm quite
The sunken optimist
And obsessed, nostalgic
Caught up in all of this

It's so easy to feel alone
It's where I'm most comfortable
I hope that when we get old
There's always more for me to know, to know

Throwing away Tuesday
Is anything really made to last?
No matter who I am, come Wednesday
I'm sure of who I was in the past

What are my plans for Sunday?
So what if time finds me afraid?

It's so easy to feel alone
It's where I'm most comfortable
I hope that when we get old
There's always more for me to know, to know