Aren't I one
You could've written something on?
If you were one to write a song
Another format would've done

Do you think about me?
Do you think about me?

Inside your life
There in that place you make your life
I know I don't belong
Did some piece of me arrive?

Do you think about me?
Do you think about me?

Do you think about me?
Think about me?

I'm aware you probably won't give me a role
When you cast all the starring players
In the story about yourself, but
I don't care, I'm gonna walk onto your stage
And I'll be as out of place as a second sun
Burning in your sky
And I will hang there
And everyone will ask you who I am

Maybe I'll call down from up high;
"I'm just someone who didn't quite appreciate your love
When it was mine
I'm just like any other sun
I burn with the assumption I'm the only one
Who'll ever light you up"
And then I hang there
I like to see myself on your landscape

I'm aware you probably won't give me a role
When you cast all the starring players
In the story about yourself, but
I don't care, I'm gonna walk onto your stage
And I'll be as out of place as a second sun
Burning in your sky
And I will hang there
And everyone will ask you who I am

I used to walk up to the doorway of your eyes
And go inside like it was nothing
Make myself at home in your affections
Now picture me with all the ghosts of your ex-lovers
We're standing on the corner
Sharing notes on your performance, and I
Just want to see a little something there for me
Inside your eyes but they're all lit up
By this bigger light on your horizon
And when I try and come between you and the light
I watch it cast my puny shadow
At the exit right across your landscape

We used to play
You'd be night, I'd be day
I'd threaten to leave, and you'd beg me to stay
I only came back to see
If it could somehow still be all about me

We used to play
You'd be night, I'd be day
I'd threaten to leave, and you'd beg me to stay
I only came back to see
If it could somehow still be all about me

We used to play
You'd be night, I'd be day
I'd threaten to leave, 'til I did go away
I only came back to see
If it could somehow still be all about me