Reserve

I'm the reserve Waiting for his turn I'm your lost bag Trying to get found I'm all the things That you would never see Waiting For his turn to come up front I'm the next act Waiting for his turn Still trapped In your dead angle I'm the one that Won't know what to say When asked by your Unimportant things I'm this annoying thing That just wants to share your light Completely overwhelmed Getting what he wanted I'm this one thing That you chose to ignore Still waiting For his chance to come up front