Tummy Ache

Tell me when I can afford to be with you I find it hard to think that you are gone Is it ok if I run after you? And push me, myself, just to be with you If can't handle things that could go wrong I've been stuck into this state of weary, drunk and wasted And no one'Äôs here I could be all alone in this pathetic little world I have I could be crying out, see if candies do exist in worlds don't know And every time we come together We watch and we discover that we can't be together Just because Tell me when I can afford to be with you I find it hard to think that you are gone