These Days - Acoustic

Something's going on these days
I don't belong here anyway
Something feels wrong these days
Hey, I hate these days

Whoa oh oh, I hate these days
It doesn't even matter anyways
Whoa oh oh, I hate these days
I hate these days

Hello
Is there a reason why you're still breathing at all?
I don't feel good
So
I don't think I'll pick up your call, no
You're so stupid

Whoa, I hate these days
It doesn't even matter anyways, no, hey
Oh, yeah, I hate these days
Yeah, oh, I hate these days

So what?
I don't want to hear it 'cause you think I'm just a slut
But I loved you
And trust
I never lied to you, I told you what was up
But now I can't stand you

And
Sometimes I need to bust a nut
That don't mean that I don't love you
So what?
You're saying that you wish that I was playing with your butt
I guess you can come over, hey

Whoa oh oh, I hate these days
It doesn't even matter anyway
Whoa oh oh, I hate these days
Nothing even matters
It doesn't matter and

Whoa oh oh, I hate these days
Woah, yeah
Whoa, I, I hate these days
So nothing even matters
Doesn't matter, yeah

So nothing even matters these days
Nothing even matters
Nothing matters
Nothing matters
Nothing after that
Doesn't matter
Nothing matters
Nothing matters

Nothing matters
Nothing matters
Nothing matters
Nothing matters

Nothing, I hate these fucking days, hey hey hey
I hate these fucking day heys
Nothing matters anyway hey
Nothing matters hey

Nothing matters
Nothing matters
'Cause I hate these days