[Intro]
Don't look at me.
Not like that.
I can tell
when somebody's thinking too much.
[Verse 1]
You keep asking
if I'm okay.
I keep saying:
“Why wouldn't I be?”
Good answer.
Wrong face.
You noticed.
I hate that.
There's a glass on the table
I haven't touched.
A message on my phone
I already read twice.
Nothing happened.
That's the problem.
Nothing happened
and I still feel wrong.
You sit closer.
I move away.
Then wonder
why you don't come back.
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't ask me
what I'm thinking.
You'll make me
have to hear it too.
[Chorus]
DON'T LOOK AT ME
LIKE YOU KNOW.
DON'T SAY MY NAME
SO SLOW.
I'M FINE
WHEN NOBODY ASKS.
I'M GOOD
WHEN NOBODY STAYS.
DON'T LOOK AT ME.
DON'T LOOK TOO LONG.
YOU MIGHT SEE
WHAT I'VE BEEN HIDING
FROM MYSELF.
[Verse 2]
I leave the television on
with the volume almost gone.
I don't watch it.
I just don't like
the room without anything moving.
Sometimes I hear
my own breathing
and it feels
way too close.
So I put music on.
Then pause it.
Then put it back.
I don't know
what I want.
You text:
“Can I come over?”
I type:
“No.”
Delete.
“Sure.”
Delete.
I lock the phone.
Then wait.
Like somehow
you'll know anyway.
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't ask me
if I miss you.
I don't like answers
that change depending on the hour.
[Chorus]
DON'T LOOK AT ME
LIKE YOU KNOW.
DON'T SAY MY NAME
SO SLOW.
I'M FINE
WHEN NOBODY ASKS.
I'M GOOD
WHEN NOBODY STAYS.
DON'T LOOK AT ME.
DON'T LOOK TOO LONG.
YOU MIGHT SEE
WHAT I'VE BEEN HIDING
FROM MYSELF.
[Verse 3]
There are days
I want everyone gone.
Then the room gets quiet
and I hate them for listening.
That doesn't make sense.
I know.
Most things I feel
don't sound good
when I explain them.
So I don't.
People like simple sadness.
A reason.
A person.
A goodbye.
Something they can point at.
Mine doesn't work like that.
Sometimes nothing is wrong.
And I still feel
like something is missing.
[Bridge]
[Beat disappears]
[Breathing close to the mic]
If I tell you
I'm scared...
don't ask of what.
[Low bass pulse]
I don't know.
That's the part
that scares me.
[Whispered harmonies]
Maybe I'm tired.
Maybe I'm lonely.
Maybe I'm just
too good at being alone.
[Silence]
Don't answer.
[Final Chorus]
DON'T LOOK AT ME
LIKE YOU KNOW.
DON'T HOLD MY HAND
TOO CLOSE.
I'M FINE
UNTIL SOMEBODY CARES.
I'M STRONG
UNTIL SOMEBODY STAYS.
DON'T LOOK AT ME.
DON'T LOOK AWAY.
I DON'T KNOW
WHICH ONE HURTS WORSE.
Maybe I want you here.
Maybe I want
the door unlocked.
Maybe I want someone
to notice
without making me
explain it.
[Outro]
You text:
“Still awake?”
I don't answer.
Then I turn
the volume back on.
