Songs I Write | VIII

Indisposed

Staring at my phone
Waiting for the ring
Wishing for some debt to be paid
Wishing for my work to be seen
Everybody knows
But I'm the one getting stings
You were meant to be home
But you're too little too late with everything

Tell me why I'm here
Tell me why you're not
Where'd you disappear?
Am I not worth space in your thoughts?
To consider to care
Tell me why you don't much
Tell me why I'm still here
Tell me why you're not

Wasting away my time
Placing weight in each breath
How I hate to be alone
How I hate to feel alone again
Everybody goes
Oh, why am I lingering?
I was meant to mean my tone
Saying

Tell me why I'm here
Tell me why you're not
Where'd you disappear?
Am I not worth space in your thoughts?
To consider to care
Tell me why you don't much
Tell me why I'm still here
Tell me why you're not

I'm sick of being sick to the touch
And you treat me like I'm too sick to touch
Is it too much? Am I too much?
Am I too much to want, to love, to fuck it all up?
I'm tired of being tired to be loved
And you make me feel like I don't need it but
I'm begging, you leave me stranded, forcing me to watch
Ourselves fuck it up

Tell me why I'm here
Tell me why you're not
Where'd you disappear?
Am I not worth space in your thoughts?
To consider to care
Tell me why you don't much
Tell me why I'm still here
Tell me why you're not