On one day, you walked away Tuesday
You woke up, then you buried me
Now Wednesday comes, and you're someone else
And by Thursday night, I'm not myself
Do I represent or do I repent?
Can't apologize for what no one did
Now Friday's weak, ending my dreams
And then it's Saturday night, and it's wild that I'm still alive
There must be something wrong
'Cause everyone's talking, but no one's talking to me
Nobody's talking, nobody's talking
And I know something's wrong
'Cause everyone's looking, but no one's looking at me
Nobody's looking, everyone's talking
But no one's talking to me
Well, a friend's not a friend at the end of the phone
When they're talking about you, a rolling stone
This is not how I thought 35 would go
Well, I'm two years in to the horror show
And I'm clickbait now, in a week or so
There'll be nothing left but my fucking bones
So I'll play my riffs like a xylophone
And you'll probably still fucking come to the show
Yeah, I know
There must be something wrong
'Cause everyone's talking, but no one's talking to me
Nobody's talking, nobody's talking
And I know something's wrong
'Cause everyone's looking, but no one's looking at me
Nobody's looking, everyone's talking
But no one's talking to me
Talking (everyone), everyone's talking (everyone)
Everyone's talking (everyone), everyone (everyone)
There must be something wrong
'Cause no one's talking to me
And I know something's wrong
'Cause everyone's looking, but no one's looking at me
Nobody's looking, everyone's talking
But no one's talking to me
No one's talking to me
