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 mad man.
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?
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'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.
It's a little rough at the end, but listen to it and read along and it should be comprehensible.