There, There

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 madman

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?

Well, 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