The first week of a break-up is like the first time guys have sex:
It's akward, boring, and we keep telling each other were doing it right and its a lie.
The first week of a break-up,
you're on my mind more then you ever were.
So I clean everything in my apartment,
clean my way into forgeting
clean my way into forgeting
but then I find things I couldnt when we were together:
Your shirt, your favorite CD, reasons that i liked you,
until my room reeks of your influence.
See, I keep wanting to invite you over
but Love can't live here anymore.
She might bring her children, Jealousy and Neglect.
Those two running around my crib, always breaking shit,
and I can't ever seem to clean up fast enough.
They tend to ruin romantic moments with questions and lies
and I can see their parents when I look into their eyes,
It's you and I.
Not sure when we had them but now their living in the next room,
always barging in talking about they having nightmares,
and can they sleep with us too.
Jealousy dreams about decieving, so that's what we do.
Live out each other's nightmares until were a bed full of problems,
and solvings not a option because solutions are few.
Neglect kicks me in bed talking about I dont love her like new and Jealousy,
I know I mustve have told her that, but both of them still look so much like you.
And I thought I'd be cool,
but I still see you on corners
and in stores
and in windows I'm passing.
And conversations
and phrases
and menus
and laughing
and traffic
and song after song that they play back.
I get no time to lay back, I cant take my day back.
A song unsung that yearns to be on my tongue called "Apology"
but i will not drop the key, Its not for me.
This is how it's got to be.
They say it takes twice as long to forget as it was to get to know someone.
So now Im sitting in my room talking about 6 days down, and 6 more years to go.
This is for all the women in the room who think that men dont burn.
That when it come to heartbreak it is never our turn.
It dont matter who or what is too blame.
Because in the first week after a break-up, alone, always feels the same.
