168 Hours I'll Never Remember

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