i'm not here

And I'll start
Leaning up on the stove and
Pretending I'm thirsty
Did my part
Keeping tabs on the sofa
In fear he'll turn on me

Because it's in there nagging
Telling how I should be
I'm bending over backwards
Try to shake myself free
But my weak little words are tip-toeing so daintily
I got to know I'll never get them to see

With my height
I can see right over
The stall when I wait my turn
Hit the lights
It's more of a smolder
Than what you would call a burn

I'm standing there lagging
Thinking how it should be
I'm bending over backwards
But I'm weak in the knees
I've been raising hand
Thinking that someone will call on me
But gotta know it'll never get them to see

I'm not here
I got somewhere to be
Bury my hands in my pockets
They fit so perfectly
Take my silly comments and SM57 away
And I'll have nothing to say
I'm not here

The art
Red rover red rover
Send me over seas
And I'll start in the galaxy over
Tell them I blast off in October

It's still in there nagging
Telling how it should be
I'm bending over backwards
Try to shake myself free
My weak little words are tip-toeing so daintily
I got to know I'll never get them to see

I'm not here
I got somewhere to be
Bury my hands in my pockets
They fit so perfectly
Take my silly comments and SM57 away
And I'll have nothing to say
And I'll have nothing to say

And I can't help but think that I have seen all there is to see
I'll teach my course and cite my sources on where I'd rather be

I'm not here
I got somewhere to be
Bury my hands in my pockets
They fit so perfectly
Take my silly comments and SM57 away
And I'll have nothing to say



Credits
Writer(s): Alec Craig
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