You move around places after places, meet new faces, travel the world
While I’m doing the same old things I used to do, I’m stuck up in a rut
I’m not sulking though I do drop subtle hints, I never really was set free
And all I ask you is the same old question, how do you do what you do with me?
You’ll never know who I really was, if you understand it will be enough
My head is replete with your sounds, the agony of not having you around
You give me the jitters in my stomach, but the buzz wasn’t how it used to be
By now you must have forgotten me, but how do you do what you do with me?
You have your friends who look after you,and all that remains with me is my soul
I don’t mean to say you’re lucky, you never felt pain to be consoled,
You doubted my intelligence, but we will see who’s laughing in the end
When you’ll be asking me, how do you do what you do, even though you don’t intend.