Instead of writing songs I'm thinking
About the day we met and about those things
You've said
But oh oh oh
Turns out you actually meant what you said this time
At least that's what you said last night
Instead of writing songs I'm reading
This book you said I'd like
And it's making me laugh
But oh oh oh
You won't even reply sometimes
It's weird, it's a secret still
Well, instead of writing songs I keep humming
This silly melody that's been in my head
For almost a week
But oh oh oh
It is making me sick
And oh oh oh
I think it will disappear by sunset
In the morning there'll be nothing left of it
Wine and roses keeping me awake at night
And I get so tired and uptight
'Cause you won't say what's on your mind
Wine and roses keeping me awake at night
And I get so tired and uptight
From singing stuff that you won't
From singing stuff that you won't
Listen
