sitting in an empty room
waiting for the year to start
waiting for the year to bloom
waiting with an empty chart

do I manage to fill in the blanks?
do I manage to tick all the boxes?
how am I supposed to fit in?
everything`s white

sitting in my empty room 
waiting for my life to start
waiting for my love to bloom
waiting with a brand new heart

but quarantine is starting from within
my insulation ducktaped to my skin
if everything’s ok again, I`m in
my wasteland of maybe

still sitting in that empty room
waiting for my plans to grow
waiting for my plants to bloom
waiting for my chance to show

lost in time
lost between the lines
lost between the steps out of the door

awaiting the times
awaiting the lines
awaiting I can step out of my door

now I get along, I made a plan
I’m counting all my blessings one to ten
now I cleaned up everything again
to be fulfilled