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

You’re just trying to sleep

I’m still sorry

I am knee deep in sympathy