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