You’ll see me at the weekend

Wandering around town

I’m trying to build up my tolerance

But I don’t miss this at all

And I don’t know what the hell is going on next door

(Working through the weekend slowly

Forgetting bout time you owe me

Even with the pictures falling

I can’t get you to stop calling

Now months pass to winter’s burden

I’ve stopped thinking, I’ve stopped hurting

No pictures, so no more falling

No phone so don’t know who’s calling

Still some streets get laced with perfume

And I see how I loved it bloom

Picking up the pictures again

Hoping one day we can be friends

Whilst my mind no longer lingers

Some places find ways to sing her

Not as love but not as hurting

Just look back and see a person)

Stood outside

They’re asking me if I know about Jesus

But I’m just tryna catch my bus

A four hour drive to stay inside

Watching TV until the morning

(Most of my time is spent

On the way to somewhere)

By the balcony

Oh, how I miss the summer breeze

How do you feel right now?

Don’t lie to me

I’m out here, waiting

I don’t hate it

I feel like wasting away

There’s no point waiting

I’ll give you nothing

Cause you have everything you need

I’m out here waiting for you

I don’t hate it