Jeans

Tonight I’m having trouble sleeping
Cause I can’t rest my head over the thought of you
The whole day entangled in my sheets
What on earth am I going to do with this life?
You came and turned the light on, I was wrong to make so much room for you
I was over and out for quite some time
But the thought, the thought, the thought

Well it takes a thought to ruin the sharp and healthy reasons you had built for yourself
It takes a sharp delusion to lose count, and I lost count on my own
It takes too many miles to realize that you packed your sorrow
Right next to those jeans of yours you think fit you the best
I swear those jeans of yours, they truly fit you the best

Tonight I’m having trouble planning for a future I no longer wanna work for
I was the best employee, where’s my degree?
Please look up to me
I never came to be paid but
I was wrong to believe you’d leave me
Without some kind of treat, some kind of special leave
A bitter taste

Well you win I have not, I will not
Will you will you?

…ever forget

In two month time, when I’ve moved out and started over
Will you say those words, like “I never thought we’d be strangers so fast”?
And “we cut the bonds so efficiently”
Professionals, professionals, professionals

Tonight…

Well it takes a thought to ruin the sharp and healthy reasons you had built for yourself
It takes a sharp delusion to lose count, and I lost count on my own
It takes too many miles to realize that you packed your sorrow
Right next to those jeans of yours you think fit you the best
I swear those jeans of yours, they truly fit you the best