You’re on the phone with your girlfriend, she’s upset…

“Hey, I can’t talk right now.”

“Why?” My finger is impatiently tapping on my cell phone.

“I’m on the other line with my girlfriend, sorry man,” I sigh and roll my eyes, though he can’t see me. I say it’s all right and I’ll talk to him later. He never calls back.

Walkin’ the streets with you and your worn out jeans…

“Ha! I don’t see you, where are you?!” I’m looking around trying to find him, last time we couldn’t find each other I went back to my house and had to run back.

“I’m right here! Behind Acme!” I turn around and there he is, trying his best to match, but I don’t think he does.

I can’t help thinking this is how it ought to be…

“We’re in an effing library, shut up!” I whisper-shout.

“Ha ha ha! I didn’t take my pills, so I’m all CRAZY!” He says loudly. He crumbles up a piece of paper and throws it at me. I pick it and throw it back. He runs out the way and around the bookshelves, I go and try to find him.

You belong with me.