In a note pad in my living roomThere are words there that you wrote not to long agoAnd if you leave meAnd we don’t exchange each other’s thingsI will keep them and pretend they were about meIn the closetThere are your clothes hanging thereIn the cupboardsThe food is how you left itIn the freezerThe frozen pizzas pine along with meAnd so we wait for you to come homeIn a factoryIn a small mid western townThere are womenManufactured by the hourAnd they are sexyAnd they know more about comic books then meAnd when you’re gone I worry that they found youIf you don’t come back to me this timeIf you don’t come back to me now, me nowIf you don’t come back to this townIf you don’t come back to meWell there are over six billion people on the planet earthI am one, you are an otherEvery second that we spend together brings us closer to where we will end upIn the toy aisle of some department storeI will wait thereExcepting you to showAnd if you don’t comeI will start a conversation with myselfAnd even when your gone you are well spokenIf you don’t come back to me this timeIf you don’t come back to me nowIf you don’t come back to me this timeIf you don’t come back to me now, me now