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.