anyone, anyone

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, so tired