Out of Frame

Young kid at the coffee shop Talking through me to the door I used to be the future Not relevant any more Every screen is shouting Every trend's a passing flame I understand what they're saying But I no longer hear my name Funny how you fade Without moving an inch One day you're the headline Next day you're the glitch I'm not gone Just out of frame Still breathing Still taking aim Everybody's looking Somewhere new I disappeared from focus Hidden right here, in plain view I'm not gone Just out of frame The mirror keeps borrowing Pieces of my dad Some days that's a comfort Some days it hits bad People call it wisdom Like it's some kind of prize Mostly it's just carrying Whatever survives Funny how the room Gets smaller every year Not because it's closing But because you disappear I'm not gone Just out of frame Still breathing Still taking aim Everybody's looking Somewhere new I disappeared from focus Hidden right here, in plain view I'm not gone Just out of frame They ask me how things used to be Like I'm already gone Smile and nod politely Then move the story on I become a photograph Before I leave the room I'm not gone Just out of frame Still breathing Still taking aim Everybody's looking For something new But I still know A thing or two I'm not gone Just out of frame Not gone Not gone Just out of frame I'm not gone Just out of frame Still here Still here Just out of frame