Rattle

I'm no good at waiting on any kind of talk at all from you to me each day.
And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I never can quite seem to pull my weight.
I don't want to rattle, and I've got no plans to let myself be tossed away.
But this muscle, all this muscle could never lift a thing without you anyway.

And you have me, you have me, you have me only
when I keep, when I keep, when I keep listening.

You wanna come and stay here and depending on the day, I want to let you in.
But I know me, I know me, I'm scared I'll just wake up and want you gone again.

'Cause I'm not proud, I'm not proud, I'm not proud of me.
So how could you, how could you, how could you ever be?
Well I'm not proud, I'm not proud, I'm not proud of me.
So how could you, how could you, how could you ever be?

I'm going to work on waiting if it's true you want to say you love me every day.
And I'm sorry that it took me so long to realize you've always felt that way.