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