Booster Seat

I’m moving through the night
My soul’s just a container
I can tell you I don’t write
The words without the paper
Take my ego for a drive
Leave it out if it won’t temp her
In the kitchen after five
In the hallway before nine
And if it wasn’t for that time in the taxi
When you called and I said I wasn’t lying
But you held me from the back of the front seat
And you told me all the times that you lied to me
Well I felt like a kid
Like I could touch my feet
They hovered above the ground in my booster seat