2 days 2 minutes too long a table for one at the restaurant
house feels cold an lonely now your gone
I got ya, photograph by the telephone, i call you up but your not alone its killing me to think that your dancing to our song.
I want you back.
broke up and broken down
whispering words all over town
always last to know what was going down
Im still holed up waiting out the storm
cuz who was right and who wrong
wit her until ya
come back where you belong
I want you back.