Not Staring at You

Staring out the window, not staring at you
Four o'clock on a Tuesday afternoon
The TV is on and the lights are out
Stumble to the backdoor, stumble to the floor
Close your eyes, close your mind
Till you're not there anymore
If you were there at all
And I know you mean well, but honestly baby
It's not really your job to save me

Every day I'm wide awake
But I cannot find the energy to feel anything but apathy
Every day I'm confronted with it
But I couldn't tell you why it hurts or any way to fix it, no
Maybe that's not fair
Maybe I'm a mess
I'll put on the radio, lay my head down
Think of times when we were at our best
I feel your arms around me

Staring out the window driving home from your place
Your neighbor in the driveway looking pale in the face
Wonder if you can relate
Hear an old friend's voice call coming from his car
His windows are down and he's not really that far
Just down your street
They don't see your love, they don't care for your glory
When you finally fall it'll be a different story
Will you be there after that?

Every day I'm wide awake
But I cannot find the energy to break the chains choking you and me
Every day I'm confronted with it
But I couldn't tell you why it hurts or any way to fix it, no
Maybe that's not fair
Maybe I'm a mess
I'll put on the radio, lay my head down
Think of times when we were at our best
I feel your arms around me