Two days into our 2 week "think" vacation
It hits me all that I'm missing
Like your cooking, your smell,
your cat and your beaming smile
it all makes two weeks seem like much too long a while

'til I see you again
and tell you all the things that I should have said
and everyday I don't hear from you
is another I won't make it through
(oh, c'mon! how generic is that line?!)
I was running fast, running faster
Till I lost sight of what I was after

And now you're going through the motions
While I run through all the emotions.
(no less generic than that, I guess)

There aren't that many feelings
That come out quite as easily
as plain, old dissatisfaction
And that's the main reaction I'm seeing

Corie, what's the story?
Do you still love me?
Or am I too boring?

A sofa was seen by me on the side of the way that is free
And it made me think how happy I should be
That I have shoes on both feet
But what's that supposed to mean
when I think you're all I need?

I remember the time you flustered me so bad
I told you I could juggle with three hands
A week later I was dancing in the parking lot at lunch
With a Japanese/Armenian princess

Now I'm all down sitting alone in my town
And I swear I see you driving around
The thought alone makes me feel love
Like the sweet, sweet smell of Fruit Stripes gum

Watching your back as you teach dance
Promptly makes me wanna promptly jump you
5 feet of double-take beauty,
100lbs of smiles and I still love you

Two weeks dropped right in my lap
But this "freedom" thing is crap
She says she need time to think
Says our relationship's on the brink of doom
But I say real loud: I WANT HER BACK! A lot.