Is our love the hurting kind?
I fear to say it is, but I'm just guessing

You say you've wished I'd move to Spain
Or that one of us would die of hypertension

And you're sorry but your feet might stink
You simply can't do laundry with your schedule

And I say, "I miss my best friend,
But babies need to eat, they beg attention."

Oh, how I've missed you
Could you let me know
If you've been lonesome too
And can I kiss you?