Taking Back Sunday - Head Club lyrics

Well it's getting colder

And you're getting distant

And I just keep thinking

That I never meant it to be like this

You know what comes next

So do I...

You're begging for a way to gracefully bow out...

And say good night

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

I can't say I blame you...

But I wish that I could

I'm sick of writing song about you

(Don't call my name out your window I'm leaving)

You should have known on your way home

I'm sick of writing every song...

I'm sick of writing every song about you