No, miss waitress
No one is joining me
I’ll be alone for a while
She left in the fall
Right as our body heat
Would work for our small bed

It’s a time change (it's a time change)
With some pain on it (with some pain on it)
I don’t feel right (I don't feel right)
Where you at?
And I don’t have (and I don't have)
A way to cure it (a way to cure it)
Only band-AIDS (only band-AIDS)
Where you at?

We’re getting old
A new list of simple things
Something to do for a while
Touching myself
Imagining touching you
Your hands are softer than mine

I hope you hate it
Why did you do me like that?
Oh, it’s a cold place
Without my chest on her back

Please no more phone calls
About this place I ain’t at
And no more stories
Want you in my day instead
I hope you hate it

Why did you do me like that?
Oh, it’s a cold place
Without my chest on her back
Please no more phone calls
About this place I ain’t at
Please just come back, back, back, back, back

It’s a time change (it's a time change)
With some pain on it (with some pain on it)
I don’t feel right (I don't feel right)
Where you at?
And I don’t have (and I don't have)
A way to cure it (a way to cure it)
Only band-AIDS (only band-AIDS)
Where you at?
Where you at?

Touching myself
Imagining touching you
Your hands are softer than mine
Touching myself
Imagining touching you
When you're alone keep me in mind