You're making me sign it
Falling for weakness
It's hiding below my floor
I'm in my pajamas
Speaking in stammers
As you're framing my door
I'd ask you to come in and sit down
But I'm barely awake
I'd tell you to pack up and leave now
But I'm too scared to shake
And I'm afraid I might brake.

Inside my windows
I'm watching the outside
The birds nesting in the trees
The wind, it is blowing
The leaves they are flowing
Piling against my knees
But I am not moving