Where You Are

I used to wonder before where you were

What you were doing

If you were thinking of me

Now I know

Where you are

What you're doing

That you're not thinking of me

And it's all these things I know that I court and simper at. Rant and rave at. It's all these things I know that I take to bed at night, that I plot against. It's all these things I know that I frustrate beyond all your limits. It's all these things I know that scramble to get away from me.

Sometimes I think maybe both of us wish I was still wondering where you are.