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 turn
And I'll forget my lines
Get a little lossler

And some staring from
The corner of my eye
Never really mastered

The cintris

I can't see how

The way 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 onto your secrets

And I'm not privy
To what is on your mind
I can't help but feel tired

So tired
So tired