I'm just sittin here waitin for my throat to dry
I'm just sittin here waiting for things to unfold
I'm just sweatin here wondering what it is that's missing
A vacated house with a smell that's lived in
Yes I'm still here I haven't moved since you last checked Have you not noticed that I have been left here for dead
I'm thinking that silence does not appeal to me
It bares no distraction that I can cling to
It's confronting like an extrovert on a main street
It's a strong, strong reminder that I've left something behind
