this week or last week i, don't really care about it anymore
i write myself this later, i tell myself you let me go
without me, what's wrong with you? Monday Monday Monday
your house or mine, i don't really care about it anymore
i close my eyes i, make myself unhappy so you'll go
without me, what's wrong with you, i say damn your mood
swings, damn your mood swings
i'm calling out, i don't really care for your city anymore
i spend the night i, lay awake and miss you when you go
without me, what's wrong with you?
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