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 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.
But I can't help but feel tired.

So tired, so tired, so tired.