she said i'd really like to but i got a lot to think and write about
why don't you go back home and i'll stop by tomorrow
she said you know i'd really like to but i've got
so much to think and write about
why don't you go back home and i'll stop by tomorrow

and we'll clean your room pretend you're here pretend you're here

take you to the corner i'll take you out for drinks
i'll take you to my room and you can take on me

i have got it figured out hold on one second i have got it figured out

wish i was riding bikes with you i've sat down in the middle of this mess
i've made of letters and clothes

wish i was anywhere with you i've sat down in the middle of this mess
i've made of letters and

if you were here pretend you are not 2,000 miles away