I'm not sure of anyone, (Anyone.)   But I've got plans.   I'm not asking for everything,   But sure I could use a hand.      Get a little anxious sometimes.   You'll be gone and I'll be left behind.   Get a little nervous sometimes.   It'll be my cue and I'll forget my lines.   Get a little lost look and some staring from the corner of my eye.   Never really mastered disinterest.      I can't see how the way that you leave me alone makes us close.   I must be out of touch.   I won't ask you to give up on the things that seem to keep you gone,   But I can be gone too.      Feel a little sorry sometimes.   You're not here when I am writing.   Feels a little awkward sometimes.   You won't talk but we're not fighting.   You hold on to your secrets and I'm not privy to what is on your mind.   But I can't help but feel tired.      So tired, so tired, so tired.