I was underneath the table and you don’t know that I am listening
Sometimes you say things that I am not suppose to hear
Like all those times I leave a bad taste in your mouth or
All those times you wished for another life
Every time you seem to feel you want to detach yourself from all of your mistakes
I am underneath the table and you don’t know that I am listening.
Sometimes I hear you cry about all the things that you wish I could be
There are also those times that you’ve expressed being able to start over
All those times you wished for another life
I was underneath the table and you didn’t know that I was listening.
You never know when I am underneath the table, in the room, in the closet, in my room, right beside you, at the dinner table, underneath the bed, you never know that I am listening.