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 nervous sometimes
it`ll be my queue and I`ll forget my lines
get a little lost look, as I`m staring from the corner of my eye.
Never really mastered disinterest.
I can`t see how the way that you leave me only 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 could 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 whats on your mind
but I cannot help but feel tired, so tired, so tired