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...