It’s been two weeks since I have left my floor
‘Cause you won’t talk to me, not anymore.
You asked for passion, but I came up short.
I don’t know how to be the passionate sort.
I watched you go.

Why can’t I be with you?

My stomach was in knots to watch you pack.
Now, all I think of is that I want you back.
I saw you walking around by your new street.
I turned my eyes so that we wouldn't meet.
I watched you go.