Whats the day of the week that's what everyones guessing its one out of seven but im not good at fractions Wake up in the morning another cig in the ashtray I'm doing fine well hey thanks for asking The papers read the stock markets crashing but I could care less I got more cash to ration The hallways dark my bedroom a disaster There's a knock at the door just don't let the rats in
Then an awkward silence breaks out at a party If it was my fault well hey im sorry The suns going down it's getting darker How'd I spend my day well it probably doesn't matter I wake up in the morning just for a paycheck Thought I was working hard but I guess I could work harder I'm not building a wall climbing the ladder I'm almost twenty seven its the return of my Saturn
So ill take what ya say only with a grain of salt Well finally figure out it was never either of our faults
You couldn't see the hypocrisy Couldn't tell I was hurting like hell (x3)
All the little interactions the way that ya move how we wouldn't talk all afternoon Been holding my breathe since the day ya left and its hard to say whether ill see ya soon But ill dig my heels in when the star align it gets easeir now with each phase of the moon
You couldn't see the hypocrisy Couldn't tell I was hurting like hell Couldn't see the hypocrisy In all the things that you ever told meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
