I don’t wanna stand up

I like it here

It’s so warm and safe

There’s no more tears

I’m afraid I’m gonna trip

If I decide to stand up

So maybe I’ll just sit

Think of all the ways I’ve messed up

And it’s the normal things

Like the way you sing

And how you speak to me

All this eye contact it leaves

Me in a pile on the floor

I hope it’s not too cold

So we can sing some more

And I can put my mask on again

So I can show all my friends

The person they want to see

That we both know they all need

From me

I’m sorry

I can’t come to the phone right now

I’m in a pile on the floor

And I’m not sure if I’m getting up