I'm not sure of anyone, anyone. But I've got plans. I'm not asking for everything, but sure, I could use a hand.

Get a little anxious sometimes, you'll be gone and I'll be left behind. Get a little nervous sometimes, it'll be my cue and I'll forget my lines. Get a little lost look, as I'm staring from the corner of my eye. Never really mastered disinterest.

I can't see how the way that you leave me only makes us close. I must be out of touch. I won't ask you to give up on the things that seem to keep you gone, but I could be gone, too.

Feel a little sorry sometimes, you're not here when I am writing. Feels a little awkward sometimes, you won't talk, but we're not fighting. You hold on to your secrets, and I'm not privy to what is on your mind. But I can't help but feel tired. So tired, so tired. So tired...

- Dashboard Confessional, "Anyone, Anyone?"

06.06.02
Don't expect too much from me. You'll just be let down.