Gets hard to talk to you
I'm awful at times
My sorry solitude
Can leave you behind
But I know that you're working
If I'm feeling alright
I still feel like a burden
Wasting time
But I won't walk away
In my weak validation
It may sound like I whine
I just miss conversation
With someone my size
I know it's a favor
You taking your time
You're not some kind of savior
You're saving my mind
When I saw your cut from that glass
Well my hands aren't bad, I guess
The deeper we dig, the more blood that you find
Okay, it's been great, but appearance aside
It feels like a forest has already grown
And gasoline rains in or comes from below
And I am a match to be struck on your home
Sometimes I just want to leave you alone
But I could talk all night