If you're standing with your suitcase
But wewe can't step on the train
Everything's the way that wewe left it I still haven't slept yet

And if you're covering your face now
But wewe just can't hide the pain
Still setting two plates on the counter but eating without ya

If the truth is you're a liar
When wewe say that you're okay
I'm sleeping on your side of the kitanda going out of my head now

And if you're out there trying to songesha on
But something pulls wewe back again
I'm sitting here trying to persuade wewe like you're in the same room

And I wish wewe could give me the cold shoulder
And I wish wewe could still give...