Left for dead

I'm just sittin here waitin for my throat to dry
I'm just sittin here waiting for things to unfold
I'm just sweatin here wondering what it is that's missing
A vacated house with a smell that's lived in

Yes I'm still here I haven't moved since you last checked Have you not noticed that I have been left here for dead

I'm thinking that silence does not appeal to me
It bares no distraction that I can cling to
It's confronting like an extrovert on a main street
It's a strong, strong reminder that I've left something behind