Baby girl, I know you've been struggling
But please don't call me
Pretty soon you'll learn how to breathe again
But till you're out of the woods, let's stop talking

'Cause if I don't hear you, then there's nothing to worry about
If I don't see you, then there's nothing to worry about
If I don't feel you, then there's nothing to worry about
You're not here

Poor, poor child
The water's up to your neck now
And it's so wild
That it still hasn't pulled you right down, right down, but

If I don't see you, then there's nothing to worry about
If I don't hear you, then there's nothing to worry about
If I don't feel you, then there's nothing to worry about
You're not here

If I don't see you, then there's nothing to worry about
If I don't hear you, then there's nothing to worry about
If I don't feel you, then there's nothing to worry about
You're not here
You're not here

My parents shipped me off at eighteen
Too much to keep in line at eighteen
And what they thought was right fell in between
The cracks of what was wrong

And now I live alone at nineteen
Too much inside my head at nineteen
At least they finally showed me
Where I always belonged

But you're not here