| Lyrics: | Well it's getting colder and you're getting distant
and I just keep thinkin
that I never
meant it to be like this (to be like this)
You know what comes next (so do I)
Youre
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
Im only complaining to
keep myself busy, sweetie
Im only complaining to keep myself busy, sweetie
I cant say
I blame you
but I wish that I could
Im sick of writing every song about you
So
keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week,
to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me
updated, call back in a week, to check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to
check up on me
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me |
