Anyone, Anyone
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