Please try to remember December and everything before then.
And I'd say I wanted you to leave, but it's so simple because I didn't.
Everything I don't want to think about,
When I think of you, I think about.
(You wasted so much time, and on and on.)
It all just pulls me down.
I'm still convinced, that after seven days, this will be over.
But it's coming on . . .
If I fall in the mood to write another song for you,
I know you'll hear it everytime before I sing it.
Fuck, I just broke my leg, trying to chase you down,
Because I know when you're out of sight,
All that means is you're out of reach.
And I don't want to lose you anymore.
Now, I'm convinced that after seven days, this will be over, soon.
But the feelings never end. And I still miss you.
Where do I begin, to say that this is so unfair?
Where do I start, to say that the feelings never end?
And I'm convinced, that after seven days, this will be over.
