When I'm not there
I'm not there to you
When you're not here
You are with me still
So does that make me
Something you could take or leave
Because on the shelf
It's living hell to be
On the wayside
If you don't care
Then you should tell me so
Because if you don't
Then I can let it go
Nowadays
I wonder how
We got like this
So far out
I'm by the wayside