You haven't been around for a couple days
And I won't pretend to understand why I'm feeling this way
A combination of no obligations, a relief
And a sinking thought like I've got something just out of reach
You must wonder what's going through my mind besides the alphabet, counting to six and prehistoric times
Sitting on the couch because I want to be alone, barely able to express myself aloud when you're at home
Adjusting to having to think about more than myself
Is not so simple for me, and I know you can tell
I never once considered that I might rather be alone
Tell me you didn't tell your mom we're not getting along