When I'm away from you, I'm happier than ever
Wish I could explain it better, I wish it wasn't true
Give me a day or two to think of something clever
To write myself a letter, to tell me what to do
Do you read my interviews?
Or do you skip my avenue?
When you said you were passing through
Was I even on your way?
I knew when I asked you to
Be cool about what I was telling you
You'd do the opposite of what you said you'd do
And I'd end up more afraid
Give me a day or two to think of something clever
To write myself a letter, to tell me what to do
