Three Weeks Ahead

I hate this city, it scares me

Nobody's listening to me

Oh, wait I didn't say anything

They left but they're still fucking with my head

I wish you'd call in the morning

Ask me if I could come back early

But you won't say anything

And I crawl back in my head again

Where I am three weeks ahead of your feelings

You're gonna catch up believe me

And it's gonna be a blast

I hate this city it wears me

Out till its greed becomes part of me

Oh boy, it's been a hell of a ride

You better not fuck with my head, because

I am three weeks ahead of your feelings

You're gonna catch up believe me

And It's gonna be a blast

I get a panic attack when I get caught up in the past

So I'm living three weeks ahead of you

I'm three weeks ahead

Three weeks ahead of you

It's gonna be a blast

I'm three weeks ahead

Three weeks ahead of you

It's gonna be a blast

I get a panic attack when I get caught up in the past

So I'm living three weeks ahead of you