I Don't Get Excited for Parties

I think I don't understand
What it means
At least I'm
Pretty sure I don't
Cause after all these years
I feel like a tourist in my home
I have no right
To be like this
But for some reason I still am
Scribing hieroglyphics
For me and my three friends

I like to think
That I'm modest
But it turns out
I'm just the mouse
Far too large
To ask for guidance
Far too small
To leave the house
There's an empty space inside me
Who knows?
It might one day be filled
But holding on is far too taxing
So, I pretend
It never will

And I know
It's hard
For something to be
But darling there
Is nothing better
Than sleep

It was oh so cold
Not even the old rag
I hold so dear
Could melt the ice
Where I'm supposed to have tears
It was oh so dark
Far too dark for me to see
With the light switch
Just barely out of reach

I don't get excited for parties
I'm usually fast asleep by ten
Then I wake up sad
And filled with questions
So, I wait a week
And I'll try again
And I make plans
Oh, I'll get better, I promise
I will go out
And I won't crack
But I can't win
I always find out
In the end
It's two steps forward
And three right back

And I know
It's hard
For something to be
But darling there
Is nothing better
Than sleep

It was oh so cold
Not even the old rag
I hold so dear
Could melt the ice
Where I'm supposed to have tears
It was oh so dark
Far too dark for me to see
With the light switch
Just barely out of reach