I've been alone for too long.
We take the same train to see each other;
we live inside each other,
but I don't talk to her,
because she always talks back.
We're destined to be together,
but I don't really like her.
She speaks French,
and I guess we'll just have to run that way.
I've been alone for too long.
We live in different papers;
we read different papers.
We live in magazine stores,
but I don't talk to her,
because she always talks back,
except when I don't talk back.
Then, she starts to worry.