Seven days is all it takes.
168 hours I'll never remember.
I told you they wouldn't stop.
The winds of last November.
That is at least not until you quit.
Taking their air as your own.
For such a pretty girl.
You give it an awfully, an awfully dirty home.
No, I'm not sleeping with love anymore.
She's not really my type.
And she takes up too much space in bed at night.
I'm not one for second chances.
Since the first never show their face.
My body's already on the ground.
All you have to do is trace.
And we'll call it even.
Isn't this what you wanted?.
A life of worry.
And a soul that's haunted.
Isn't this what you wanted?.
A life that's lifeless.
And a soul that's haunted