Week one without you is going smooth Then I see all the things you missed When you were packing up with your best friend Like a half smoked pack of cigarettes and that yellow sundress that I loved best
I have tricked myself into believing that you are coming back Things will get easier
Because in week two I start to feel again Week three is looking up with the help of friends By the end of week four, all I had crumbled when you walked through that door
Please take me home cause I just want to be alone Away from where you go I always seem to see you when you’re with your friends Or hanging out with him I wish that our ghost would leave me the hell alone
I am finding myself But it’s not in the arms of someone else I’ve heard that you’ve been busy since you left I never thought you would stoop so low All I had crumbled when you walked through that door
I don’t know if I’ve told you but thanks for all of this The moments that we had will be something that I miss But this has thrown me in a new direction And I am ready for it