I'm not sure of anyone, anyone
but i've got plans
i'm not asking for everything
but sure, i could use a hand
I get a little anxious sometimes
you'll be gone and i'll be left behind
i get a little nervous sometimes
it'll be my cue and i'll forget my lines
i get a little lost look
and some staring from the corner of my eye
i never really mastered disinterest
I can't see how the way that you leave me alone makes us close
i must be out of touch
i won't ask you to give up on the things that seem to keep you gone
but i can be gone, too
I feel a little sorry sometimes
you're not here when i am writing
i feel a little awkward sometimes
you won't talk but we're not fighting
you hold onto your secrets and i'm not privvy to what is on your mind
but i can't help but feel scarred
So tired
so tired
so tired
so tired