To all those listening, this is my storyAbout a confused girl and a boy that’s boringSo either look at me, stupid and awkwardBut you leave and tell me it seems much betterSo she’ll run away from the problemsShe knows distance can’t make hearts followFive more days and counting before you start packingCan’t give me three good reasons why we can’t get back to square one »It’s ok, » you’ll tell me to my face, stop lyingEvery three or four triesAnd now five days are goneI’ve got a recipe, it’s for disasterBecause that’s all I see in my near futureShe’s got the blond hair, but not the blue eyesI’ve got the right girl, but at the wrong timeI’ve seen better days, maybe even weeksWhen I think of you, you’re thinking of meFive more days and counting before you start packingCan’t give me three good reasons why we can’t get back to square one »It’s ok, » you’ll tell me to my face, stop lyingEvery three or four triesAnd now five days are goneAnd you said you’d always come backSo where are you now?I’m not ready for the letdownWill you be right back?And you said you’d always come backSo where are you now?I’m not ready for the letdownWill you be right back?I’ve seen better days, maybe even weeksWhen I think of you, you’re thinking of meFive more days and counting before you start packingCan’t give me three good reasons why we can’t get back to square one »It’s ok, » you’ll tell me to my face, stop lyingEvery three or four triesAnd now five days are gone