Verse:

Our history’s stupid, ain’t sober tonight, think I’m gonna lose it
My headache is throbbing, feel like a contusion
Alone and confused, I’m recalling this mental abuse
That we went through, and how we got used to it
What in the fuck were we doing?
Made so many breakup songs bout you
Why were you the one that I was pursuing?
I wish I was smarter about it
Thought you were all that I wanted, to be honest? I doubt it
But you were familiar, I knew you- you’re all I ever had, was nothing without it
No one else gave me the light of day, no one else ever gave me a chance
No one else did the things you did, that’s why I kept on doing this dance
I’ve had time to reflect, and all that I came to was self loathing
Did I love you cuz of the trauma, how your hands felt on my clothing?
Matured too fucking fast, regret it all, I’m out of cash
And now my joints done run its course, good days never seem to last
But I do know one thing tho
Women, they come they go
Saturday, through Sunday, Monday
Monday through Sunday, yo
Maybe we’ll recover one day
Maybe we’ll someday grow
Till then, my head feels like the plane
Leaving the runway
Outro:

But I do know one thing, tho
Heartbeat, it comes and go
Saturday, through Sunday, Monday
Monday through Sunday, yo
Maybe I’ll recover one day
Maybe I’ll someday grow
Till then, I stare longingly
At the fucking runway
But I do know one thing, tho
Heartbeat, it comes and go
Saturday, through Sunday, Monday
Monday through Sunday, yo
Maybe I’ll recover one day
Maybe I’ll someday grow
Till then, I stare longingly
At the fucking- fuck...