Nervous Yet

Abscess
I’ll think less
I still feel like a tourist

Call you on the phone
Things you take when you’re alone
And walk you ‘round the block
Chinatown bus

And I keep on biting the inside of my lip
When I’m not even nervous yet

Ghost ship
Tight lipped
Kiss I’d give when I didn’t want to be intimate

And realize
How wise
You weren’t before
(Before)

But if living is patience
And grief to rely on
Then I’m not even nervous yet

I’m alone and I am laughing
All alone but I am laughing
All alone but I am laughing
All alone but I am laughing

And I keep on biting the inside of my lip
When I’m not even nervous yet