A Lull In Traffic

Just lonely, baby--doesn't mean I'm looking for a friend.
I've got plenty, I'm still learning how to lay down my life
 for them.
Don't want to find yourself alone at thirty-five,
spending half what you make on your car (and hating that 
drive).
Just crazy, maybe--doesn't mean I'm looking for a cure.
I've got stability that scares you,
'cause it's hard to believe when you're so sure.
No matter how different you are, you're just like everybody
 else.
No matter how hard you try and fit in, there is no one like
 you.
You will find you spend a good deal of your life, sitting 
at red lights