I don't remember son of a b***h
I don't remember much after 2006
There ain't a lot to do
Now who the f**k are you
Telling me to pretend
Well this is the end
I hear you cry out in anger and pain
I hear you calling my name again and again
But I'm out of touch
I don't believe in much
So I start to pretend
That this is the end
Six lonely days and I can't take it anymore
Six lonely days, now I'm back
I come around with dead flowers in my hand
Six lonely days and now I'm back
So now you see me, now you don't
Don't ever leave me just give me what I want
There ain't a lot to do
Now who the f**k are you
Telling me to pretend
Well this is the end
Six lonely days and I can't take it anymore
Six lonely days, now I'm back
I come around with dead flowers in my hand
Six lonely days and now I'm back
