I'm in with the shadows A light on your doorstep When the streets are cold and quiet Can you hear me whisper I don't think you can Out at the crosswalk Standing in traffic My words are white noise Tune out the static You don't hear my footstep I know that you can't Even when I'm in your sight I'm out of mine Maybe I'm vacant by design Standing on the sidelines Feeling like the world's blind Staring through a blank face Maybe it's a bad sign Always at the right place at the wrong time Standing on the sidelines Waiting for the limelight Staring through a blank face Maybe it's a bad sign Always at the right place at the wrong time Say that I'm broken A product defective A rhyme without reason And nobody get's it Cut out of the picture A letter never sent My ambition is to have no ambition This conviction, to live without conviction A decision to be somebody that you'll never know