Well it's getting colder and you're getting distant
and I just keep thinkin
that I never meant it to be like this
You know what comes next, so do I
You're begging for a way to gracefully bow out
And say goodnight
It's worse than you think

On your way home you should have known
You never listen to me.
I'm only complaining to keep myself busy, sweetie

I can't say I blame you, but I wish that I could
I'm sick of writing every song about you.

Don't call my name out your window, I'm leaving
I'm sick of writing every song about you.

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