Lyrics: Mutual Head Club

It's getting colder and we're getting distant,
And I just keep thinkin',
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.
(On your way home, you should have known.)
I'm only complaining to keep myself busy, sweetie.
(You never listen to me.)

And I can't say I blame you,
But I wish that I could.
I'm sick of writing every song about you.

So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me.
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me.
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me.
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me.
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me.
So keep me updated, call back in a week, to check up on me.