Solar, Solar System Lady Lamb

Don’t tell me your name, I’m okay, just seeing you from where I’m standing
Don’t tell me your name, I’m okay, just seeing you from where I am standing

Do you ever feel like there’s a solar system under your skin?
All of your organs suspended and doing strange things
Is there a piano where you live?
I don’t have a piano where I live but I wish I did
And you don’t have to answer me
No you don’t have to entertain me
No you don’t have to answer me
No you don’t have to
Entertain me

But the person in your bed, oh they want, you
Even when you’re angry, oh they want, you
Even when you’re quiet, oh they want, you
But the only thing that matters is whether you want them too
Does your bed feel big and boring sometimes?
Do you stay up all night?
Are you exhausted in the morning?

You don’t have to
Answer me, no, you don’t have to
Entertain me
You don’t have to answer me
No you don’t have to entertain me but I’m afraid
From where I’m standing and I’ll still be afraid
To take a step
In your direction
Cause there’s this solar, solar system
And it is doing, the strangest things to me
And do you cry?
At the movies
Do you write?
In the margins of your books
Yeah you don’t have to look
Look my way, no
You don’t have to stay