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