These Days

These days I don't go out

I spend my weekends alone

Some days I don't get up

I watch the sun go down from my bed

And if I do go out

I will turn a few blocks down

Most days it's floating around

There's no piece of earth I wanna land

In the phone cue

I keep saying the wrong address

"Hi there tax lady, I'm sorry

That's the street of my ex"

My feet knows their way to your house

There was a time when I lived there too

And in the shop across the street

They still wave when I pass through

Want to turn and tell them all

I need a witness for this coup

Do you think of me now?

Do you think of me then?

Do you think of me now?

What do you think of?

Do you think of me now?

Do you think of me then?

Do you think of me now?

What do you think of?

In the phone cue

I keep saying the wrong address

"Hi there tax lady, I'm sorry

That's the street of my ex"

Do you think of me now?

Do you think of me then?

Do you think of me now?

What do you think of?

Do you think of me now?

Do you think of me then?

Do you think of me now?

What do you think of?

Do you think of me now?

Do you think of me then?

Do you think of me now?

What do you think of?

Do you think of me now?

Do you think of me then?

Do you think of me now?

What do you think of?

Do you think of me now?

Do you think of me then?

Do you think of me now?

What do you think of?

Do you think of me now?

Do you think of me then?

Do you think of me now?

What do you think of?