I keep track
Of every senseless Monday
Of every Friday without witnesses
Of every kiss that I no longer gave you
I keep track
Of every record we listened to
Of every appointment that we hid
Of every Thursday that I cried for you
I keep track
It seems silly
The nights go by and the pain doesn't cool
And every step comes back to you
I keep track
It already became a mania
I count the hours that turn into days
In every attempt to live without you
I keep track
Of every moon that we spent
Of every hell we tasted
Every week that I died for you
I keep track
It seems silly
The nights go by and the pain doesn't cool
And every step comes back to you
I keep track
It already became a mania
I count the hours that turn into days
In every attempt to live without you
I keep track
It seems silly
The nights go by and the pain doesn't cool
And every step comes back to you
I keep track
It already became a mania
I count the hours that turn into days
In every attempt to live without you