Head Club

Well, it's getting colder and you're getting distant

And I just keep thinking

That I never meant it to be like this

To be like this

You know what comes next, so do I

You're begging for a way to gracefully bow out

And say goodnight

It's worse than you think

On your way home you should have known

You never listen to me

I'm only complaining to keep myself busy, sweetie

I'm only complaining to keep myself busy, sweetie

I can't say I blame you

But I wish that I could

I'm sick of writing every song about you

(Don't call my name out your window, I'm leaving)

(Don't call my name out your window, I'm leaving)

I'm sick of writing every song

(Don't call my name out your window, I'm leaving)

I'm sick of writing every song about you

(Don't call my name out your window, I'm leaving)

(Don't call my name out your window, I'm leaving)

(Don't call my name out your window, I'm leaving)

(Don't call my name out your window, I'm leaving)

I'm sick of writing every song

I'm sick of writing every song all about you

I'm sick of writing every song

I'm sick of writing every song all about you

I'm sick of writing every song

I'm sick of writing every song all about you