Anyone, Anyone

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