Nothings wrong
I'm just a little tired
I'm going home
I'm uncomfortable and quiet
I'll stay in the background, I'll be talking to myself
Or I'll say a couple words to people I don't know very well
I am a heavy load, I take up too much space
A placeholder for someone more exciting to embrace
Take a picture
Feel sorry for myself
You can't fix her
She won't reach out for help
I am a parasite feeding off a host
I cling to other people I can't do things on my own
Nobody asks for me but still I'm always there
Creature of habit in your sheets and in your hair
I wanna be a presence that somebody wants around
But I'm scratching at the back door hoping I can get let out
No one believes in me, at least that's what it seems
Performative humility I'm trying to feel clean
And I blame other people it's the easy way to go
But I know every person has to reap what they have sewn
I want you to feel bad for me I wanna be heard
But I'll stand there in the darkness and I won't say a f*cking word
'Cause I'm easy to forget nobody wants to know me more
You can call me when you're lonely, when you're drunk or when you're bored
I am right where I have always been, I'm swallowing my tears
A parasite inside your skin I'll stick to you for years