Ab                                     Db
You're just trying to read but I'm always standing in your light.
                      Ab                                  Db
You're just trying to sleep but I always wake you up to apologize.


                                      Fm   Ab  Db  Eb
I'm sorry I don't laugh at the right times.

Interlude -x3-: Fm Ab Db Eb

              Ab                                        Db
I know how it seems when I always sing to myself in public.

I babble on like a mad man.
               Ab                                       Db
I know how it seems when I'm always staring off into nothing.

I'm lost in my head again.
                                         Fm  Ab Db Eb
I'm sorry I don't laugh at the right times.


Interlude: Fm Ab Db Eb

                          Fm  Ab Db Eb
Is this what it feels like?


Ab                                    Db
   I've got my heart strung up on clothing line through tenement windows in mid-July.
Ab                                    Db
   I've got my heart strung up on clothing line through tenement windows.


                                       Fm   Ab
I'm sorry I don't laugh at the right times.
   Db     Eb                 Fm     Ab       Db    Eb
     Is this what it feels like with my wings clipped?


      Fm Ab Db      Eb
I'm awkward and nervous.
      Fm Ab Db      Eb
I'm awkward and nervous.