(G. Stefani, T. Kanal, T. Dumont)

I’m on the second floor
With a lock on my door
I’m looking at a picture of your face
The last time I looked
You were looking really good
But somehow pictures fade
We’re on the phone
We’re all alone
And that just ain’t good enough
I go around the world
To see your face
‘Cause this just ain’t good enough

So I’m just kicking it
I’m counting the days
I hardly can wait for us to hang out
I’m really missing it in so many ways
I anticipate us making out

Sip my morning tea
But you’re not next to me
Here goes another day
And driving in my car
I wonder how you are
While our favorite music plays

The flowers arrive to my surprise
But that just ain’t good enough
And I got the note, it gave me hope
But that just ain’t good enough

So I’m just kicking it
I’m counting the days
I hardly can wait for us to hang out
I’m really missing it in so many ways
I anticipate us making out

Soon you’ll be here with me
Soon you’ll be right here with me

I’m with my friends till the night ends
But that just ain’t good enough
And honestly you can trust me
But that just ain’t good enough

So I’m just kicking it
I’m counting the days
I hardly can wait for us to hang out
I’m really missing it in so many ways
I anticipate us making out