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