It’s been two weeks since I have left my floor ‘Cause you won’t talk to me, not anymore. You asked for passion, but I came up short. I don’t know how to be the passionate sort. I watched you go.
Why can’t I be with you?
My stomach was in knots to watch you pack. Now, all I think of is that I want you back. I saw you walking around by your new street. I turned my eyes so that we wouldn't meet. I watched you go.
