Who are you talking to
Who’s at the door
Why was his backpack next to yours
I waited all night for you
Where did you go
Why wasn’t I informed

You didn’t ask for this
But then again you never asked me for much at all
Maybe I asked for this
But what if it’s actually nobody’s fault at all

I tried to call you
But you were at work
So I bought you a bouquet of flowers
Broke into your apartment
Went through your drawers
Yelled at your cat, then cried for hours

Why won’t you talk to me
I made you five mix CDs
I mean, you didn’t know it was me
Since I left them anonymously
And now I don’t know where you are
but you couldn’t have gone very far
I know because I feel with my heart
And also because I stole your car

I’ve been trying with all of my might
So why is this still hell?
I see your face so clearly at night
Don’t you see mine as well?
I’ve been trying with all of my might
So why is this still hell?
I write your name so clearly at night
Don’t you write mine as well?

You didn’t ask for this
But then again you never asked me for much at all
Maybe I asked for this
But what if it’s actually nobody’s fault at all
But what if it’s actually my fault after all
No, this couldn’t possibly be my fault at all