You rip my guts with every sharp word,
When you use that monster
Hiding underneath your tongue,
My words don't, they don't work on you,
No, they don't work like they used to.
'Cause it's been seven weeks, seven weeks,
Oh, oh, oh, seven weeks, since I called you,
When I try now; I just can't get through.
So far, the drinks have been so strong,
No writing on the post cards,
No memories to hang on.
Sleeping in my six o' clock shadow,
People judging people so shallow,
I call you up to see what you're doing,
To see if you won't...