

(hmmm, yeah, late night shifts)
Beeping scanners at the checkout lane
Clocking in to hide the quiet pain
Nametag sitting on my uniform
Just another storm before the warm (yeah)
Behind this counter, under flourescent light
I'm finding who I am in the middle of the night
Stocking shelves but I'm building my own frame
Learning how to proudly say my name
Through the glass I see a different view
Every day I'm becoming someone new
(becoming someone new) Paper receipts on the dusty floor
Working hard to open up a better door
Customers pass, they don't see the change
Even when the reflection looks a little strange
(ooh, they don't see)
Stocking shelves but I'm building my own frame
Learning how to proudly say my name
Through the glass I see a different view
Every day I'm becoming someone new
(so new)
Just a
night shift... But it's my shift...
(hmmm,
yeah, I'm okay)