One Foot Out the Door

I've got one foot under the covers, 
The other just needs to breathe 
It's not that I'm on my way out 
But I'm always half planning to leave 

I've got 14 things in my shopping cart 
That I don't intend to buy 
And my eye on a ticket to anywhere 
A homebody with the urge to fly 

I might seem a walking contradiction 
But they're all just pieces of me 
I won't be defined by one singular part 
Just ’cause you’re scared of complexity

I’ve got clothes in my closet 
I’ve never worn and probably won’t 
If you’re tempted to freeze me in time 
Or cling to the past, please don’t

I want quiet and chaos 
To be alone in a crowd
To make home mean wherever I am 
I want to be cozy but not in a rut 
I won’t finish half of the things that I start 
But I’ll never stop starting new things 

I’ve got one hand hid in my pocket 
The other is reaching out 
It’s not that I’m scared to be alone 
But I’ll never stop having doubts