Tell me why when I am alone my room looks bigger than it is
My left hand is stuck on the phone the other one scratches my knees
I press my face against the window and my ears against the wall
I hear the rain see the snow
I am not bored not at all
When I am alone
When I am alone
Accross the country my baby knows there's something wrong
When I am alone
When I am alone
She calls me on the phone
Well I just miss her so much that I could write an entiere book so I
Wrote down this song so that she can have a look at me on my own
Quietly growing old
My eyes staring at the shirt the one I didn't fold
When I m alone
When I am alone
Accross the country my baby knows there's something wrong
When I am alone
When I am alone
She calls me on the phone
And says Jil
You seem pretty tired
You seem to be worried
Cause I am not behind
She says Jil
Go and tidy up your room cause I am coming soon