Never Greener On My Side

Bills on the fridge door Dreams in a shoebox under the bed Same cracked mug every morning Same old echo in my head Everyone's shining on my small screen Highlight reels I’m stuck behind the scenes Tell me Is it me Is it timing Or something I can't see How come the grass is never greener on my side I water it I wait Still it stays dry Waving at a life on the other side of the line How come the grass is never greener on my side On my side On my side You got a new place Big windows I got paint peeling off my walls You talk about flights and late checkouts I’m counting coins in the car park stalls Everyone’s talking like they broke through I’m rehearsing answers in an empty room Tell me Is it luck Is it truthful Or just a crooked view How come the grass is never greener on my side I water it I wait Still it stays dry Waving at a life on the other side of the line How come the grass is never greener on my side On my side On my side Maybe I'm standing too close Measuring worth with a borrowed yardstick Maybe the soil under my shoes Is holding roots I haven't met yet How come the grass is never greener on my side I water it I wait Still it stays dry Maybe it's been growing in ways I can't define Maybe the grass was getting greener all this time On my side On my side