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    So tired