You're just trying to read
but I'm always standing
in your light
You're just trying to sleep
but I always wake you up
to apologize
I'm sorry I don't laugh
at the right times
I know how it seems
when I always sing
to myself in public
I babble on like a mad man
I know how it seems
when I'm always
staring off into nothing
I'm lost in my head again
I'm sorry I don't laugh
at the right times
Is this what it feels like
I've got my heart strung up
on clothing line
Through tenement windows
in mid-July
I've got my heart strung up
on clothing line
Through tenement windows
I I'm sorry I don't laugh
at the right times
Is this what it feels like
with my wings clipped
I'm awkward and nervous
I'm awkward and nervous