Normal Things

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 to the phone right now I'm in a pile on the floor And I'm not sure if I'm getting up