I like it    I don't like it

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 nevous 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

And I can't help but feel tired