I'm just a dog-eared page you turn back to
Where's the place for me
when we're both in love with you?

I can't escape these friends
I've made since you left town.
They throw redundent parties
where I'm too often found.
And while I sit and watch the girls and boys
trade views of new tattoos,
I wonder if it's too late to call your mom
and catch up on some news.
She says you'll be home soon for me--

And it'll be just like you were never gone.
I'll try to be just some guy you're getting on.
But basically we're both in love with you.
I'm just a dog-eared page you turn back to.
Where's the place for me,
when we're both in love with you?

I've got these "friends" with quotes
and girls* with asterisks.
I watch the time wither
and fall from my wrist.
Out on the porch the morning sun
is bleeding through the walls.
I don't think your roomate
is writing down my calls.
She says you'll be home soon for me--

You said the distance
would make a difference,
but it didn't.