I called you up on the telephone
But you weren’t at home
Or at least you weren’t answering
How many times is too many times
To call in one half hour?

I don’t know why I did it
But I’m pretty sure I’ve exceeded my limit
Anyway, I’m too drunk now to try again tonight

I spent all day looking at studios, apartments, and condos
Just a place we could share
I know you said that you wanted some space
But you’re already four hours away
I want to be ready
When you call to say you’re heading my way

I’m not too good at being alone
And it’s not you, it’s me, I know
My friends all tell me to leave you alone
I just wish that you didn’t feel like my home

I talked to your roommate at 2am
Then at four again
And asked her if you ever mentioned me
And if you read any of my letters,
What story are you on?

The one about the sad boy that never meant to destroy
Your pure and perfect heart

I’m not too good at being alone
And it’s not you, it’s me, I know
My friends all tell me to leave you alone
I just wish that you didn’t feel like my home

I just wish that you didn’t feel like my home
I just wish that you didn’t feel like my home
I just wish that you didn’t feel like my home


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