It's been two weeks and I'm still wondering why you've never called me back Another drink from this old bottle until I finally collapse I am still hoping for the day that you'll come knocking at my door By chances are, If you do, I'll be passed out on the floor I still can't sleep and I don't wanna be alone here anymore Just gimme something less essential and I guess I'll try to endure I guess I'll wait another century until someone else comes close But until then, for god's sake I still think about you