I'm standing in the kitchen There's nobody in sight I've whistled my rendition of boys don't cry I've eaten the last muffin That you baked this afternoon I choose to believe that you will not be leavin' soon' Now you've flewn away For an indefinite time I'm not sure if I can honestly say you're gonna stay mine It has been several weeks And the distance has aligned With the creeping reveal of that loosening bind Cos' somehow we grew and bore different fruit Though mine were seedless And I won't think of germination while you're on vacation Cos' I know we need this You might have stayed if I had layed out my intentions But I wouldn't concede to the thought that I wasn't paying attention