There, There

You're just trying to read
But I'm always standing in your light
You're just trying to sleep
But I always wake you up to apologize

I'm sorry I don't laugh at the right times

I know how it seems
When I always
Sing to myself in public
I babble on like a mad man

I know how it seems
When I'm always
Staring off into nothing
I'm lost in my head again

I'm sorry I don't laugh at the right times
Is this what it feels like?

Well I've got my heart
Strung up on clothing line
Through tenement windows, in mid-July
I've got my heart
Strung up on clothing line
Through tenement windows, I-

I'm sorry I don't laugh at the right times
Is this what it feels like?
My wings clipped
I'm awkward and nervous
I'm awkward and nervous

You're just trying to sleep
I'm still sorry
I am knee deep
In sympathy