I remember when the day of the week used to mean something to me
Now they all just blend in between the creases of your sheets
But now I'm on my own
Spending most of these nights alone
Just staring up at the sky
Trying to reason why
We don't talk anymore
It turns out that doesn't spell closure
The past is the past but it's hard to get over
When it's been staring right back
When I look at the facts I've been left in the mass
Well it feels like I'm last
This summer's got me beat
I can feel it on my feet
You're going off to college next week to get some f*cking space from me
I said I needed some time you said well that's just fine
But then you drifted away
Well what can I say
We don't talk anymore
It turns out that doesn't spell closure
The past is the past but it's hard to get over
When it's been staring right back
When I look at the facts I've been left in the mass
Well it feels like I'm last
Contemplating all those weeks
What did it mean to me
Contemplating all those weeks
Did it mean anything to you
To you
We don't talk anymore
It turns out that doesn't spell closure
The past is the past but it's hard to get over
When it's been staring right back
When I look at the facts I've been left in the mass
Well it feels like I'm last
Well it feels like I'm last