Invisible

I am the hopeful
In a place that doesn't know hope at all
In a life that can't go forward
I spin with good intentions
I am the trusting
In the palms of the hands that are rusting
In a life that's washing shoreward
A shell of my own invention
You touch everyone around me
I'm exploding in a vacuum
I don't want to take up space
I am the scrapbook in your back room
And you laugh as you look past me
When you ask me why I'm cynical
I'm just invisible
I'm just invisible
I am the smiling
Patient for the right timing
Take a number and they'll
Call me, I'll wait while you go in
I am the loving
And I don't need you to hover above me
I have faith in your abilities
Be proud in your own skin
You touch everyone around me
I'm exploding in a vacuum
I don't want to take up space
I am the scrapbook in your back room
And you laugh as you look past me
When you ask me why I'm cynical
I'm just invisible
I'm just invisible
I have tracks up my back that should've been my lover's scratches
And a ring on my finger that is nothing but a stain
I come home at night, and emptiness, it kisses me with passion
And my cup is overflowing bitter nectar in your name
I am the wishing
By the side of the well that has long run dry
But I will keep believing
I spin with good intentions
I am the dreaming
And I wander asleep with wide open eyes
A vision that's deceiving
A shell of my own invention
You touch everyone around me
I'm exploding in a vacuum
I don't want to take up space
I am the scrapbook in your back room
And you laugh as you look past me
When you ask me why I'm cynical
I'm just invisible
I'm just invisible
I'm just invisible
I'm just invisible