Three weeks, and I ain’t heard from you. It’s like you just disappeared into thin air
that i'm breathing in.
Three weeks with nobody to yell at -
with nobody to fight back.
This shit don’t seem fair.
And I kinda miss those movie nights -
the ones where you’d get so mad when I’d pick my favorite film that we’ve seen a hundred times.
And I miss you being home when I get home with another girl on my mind.
I guess it’s fine that it’s only been three weeks.
It must be bad that friends are callin’
to check if I’m still breathin’
and if my voice is still in tune.
I don’t remember much at all.
but everything is green and Xanax tells me that it aint the fall.
And I miss you telling me to straighten up -
start acting like I give a fuck, yeah.
I know I don't, but that's’ just the way that I am.
And I miss those fake laughs you do when I get high and make fun of you.
Well, its funny at the time.
It’s bad that you’re on my mind after three weeks.
After three weeks.
And I'll stand my ground,
if you stand yours too.
I’m hoping this regret I have
won’t beat me down that soon.
Cuz I hate this relationship
when you’re so sad and I havent slept.
It's not good for you to be feeling this way.
And I drug this out for too damn long,
I’m even pussy enough to sing this song.
I can’t believe that it took me to see all of this in three weeks.