These days I don't go out
I spend my weekends alone
Some days I don't get up
I watch the sun go down from my bed
And if I do go out
I will turn a few blocks down
Most days it's floating around
There's no piece of earth I wanna land
In the phone cue
I keep saying the wrong address
"Hi there tax lady, I'm sorry
That's the street of my ex"
My feet knows their way to your house
There was a time when I lived there too
And in the shop across the street
They still wave when I pass through
Want to turn and tell them all
I need a witness for this coup
Do you think of me now?
Do you think of me then?
Do you think of me now?
What do you think of?
Do you think of me now?
Do you think of me then?
Do you think of me now?
What do you think of?
In the phone cue
I keep saying the wrong address
"Hi there tax lady, I'm sorry
That's the street of my ex"
Do you think of me now?
Do you think of me then?
Do you think of me now?
What do you think of?
Do you think of me now?
Do you think of me then?
Do you think of me now?
What do you think of?
Do you think of me now?
Do you think of me then?
Do you think of me now?
What do you think of?
Do you think of me now?
Do you think of me then?
Do you think of me now?
What do you think of?
Do you think of me now?
Do you think of me then?
Do you think of me now?
What do you think of?
Do you think of me now?
Do you think of me then?
Do you think of me now?
What do you think of?
