It's been two weeks and I'm still wondering why you've never called me back
Another drink from this old bottle until I finally collapse
I am still hoping for the day that you'll come knocking at my door
By chances are, If you do, I'll be passed out on the floor
I still can't sleep and I don't wanna be alone here anymore
Just gimme something less essential and I guess I'll try to endure
I guess I'll wait another century until someone else comes close
But until then, for god's sake
I still think about you