These Days
You called to tell me you love me, you miss me
And from where you're sitting, the sky looks so pretty
It's orange tonight
I act like I'm busy, voicemail says you missed me
But there's no one with me, I don't need your pity
I just need time
That's just the way it seems to go these days
I know you're unhappy
I know I'm to blame
That's just the way it seems to go these days
You're older now but your face hasn't changed
The door is locked, so I'll have to knock
The window's closed, but the light's still on
That was our house, now he's around
It's all I can do, not to burn it down
All I can tell you is that I still love you
I'm sorry I fucked up, I'll fix it I promise
Just don't be done
All you can tell me is that you've been busy
You miss me, you love me, but you shouldn't be on the phone this long
I called to check up to see how you're doing
You're so fucking cryptic, feels like I'm pursuing
Some makeshift bond
She said, Baby I hear you this might make you hate me
I see that you're hurting, I knew you went crazy
When you turned blonde
That's just the way it seems to go these days
I know you're unhappy
I know I'm to blame
That's just the way it seems to go these days
You're older now but your face hasn't changed
The door is locked, so I'll have to knock
The window's closed, but the light's still on
That was our house, now he's around
It's all I can do, not to burn it down
I'm looking through the window
I'm waiting for it to get cold
I'm looking through the window
I'm waiting to come home
And from where you're sitting, the sky looks so pretty
It's orange tonight
I act like I'm busy, voicemail says you missed me
But there's no one with me, I don't need your pity
I just need time
That's just the way it seems to go these days
I know you're unhappy
I know I'm to blame
That's just the way it seems to go these days
You're older now but your face hasn't changed
The door is locked, so I'll have to knock
The window's closed, but the light's still on
That was our house, now he's around
It's all I can do, not to burn it down
All I can tell you is that I still love you
I'm sorry I fucked up, I'll fix it I promise
Just don't be done
All you can tell me is that you've been busy
You miss me, you love me, but you shouldn't be on the phone this long
I called to check up to see how you're doing
You're so fucking cryptic, feels like I'm pursuing
Some makeshift bond
She said, Baby I hear you this might make you hate me
I see that you're hurting, I knew you went crazy
When you turned blonde
That's just the way it seems to go these days
I know you're unhappy
I know I'm to blame
That's just the way it seems to go these days
You're older now but your face hasn't changed
The door is locked, so I'll have to knock
The window's closed, but the light's still on
That was our house, now he's around
It's all I can do, not to burn it down
I'm looking through the window
I'm waiting for it to get cold
I'm looking through the window
I'm waiting to come home
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Writer(s): Alexander Erickson
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