I'm a shade of blue I didn't know before you. 
I'm a dimming light in the spare room. 
Can't get your attention, despite what I do. 
Do I even still mean a thing to you? 

I'm a letter at your old address, 
locked in a draw like I'm just something to forget. 
I bite my tongue to see this through 
'cause I can't dare to ask what I mean to you. 

Would you even see my face if it was staring back at you? 
If you tried to love someone, would you know what to do? 
If I disappeared would you remember that I was here? 
Oh, what am still I doing here? 
Oh, what am I still doing here? 

I'm the dress I don't wear 'cause you don't like my waist, 
so I miss out on meals 'til my whole body aches, 
'til we both know I'd kill for even a taste. 
But with you, don't think I'll ever fit into place. 

I'm the same, broken problem you swore that you'd fix. 
I fall to the bottom, you're still the name on my lips. 
I'm the shiny, new car with a totalling dent 
and in this suburbia, you're the broken, picket-fence. 

Would you even see my face if it was staring back at you? 
If you tried to love someone, would you know what to do? 
If I disappeared would you remember that I was here? 
Oh, what am still I doing here? 
Oh, what am I still doing here? 

Love is enough but 
what you got isn't love. 
What you got is a void 
that you can't get rid of. 
And I'm something hollow 
that you choke with regrets. 
You go, and I follow, 
but I know that you'll forget
Where you left me. 
You didn't do it gently; 
didn't spare me; 
couldn't do it quickly. 
Didn't want me 
didn't hide it merely. 
Didn't love me. 
Now I see it clearly. 

What am I doing here? 
What am I doing here? 
What am I doing here? 
What am I still doing here? 

'What Am I Doing Here?' - 07/05/23