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
Get a little anxious sometimes You'll be
gone and I'll be left behind Get a little nevous
sometimes It'll be my cue and I'll forget my lines
Get a little lost look and some staring from the corner of my eye 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
Feel a little sorry sometimes You're not here when
I am writing Feels a little awkward sometimes You
won't talk but we're not fighting You hold on to your secrets and I'm not privy to what is on your mind And I can't help but feel tired
