Looking for ourselves for a while in a bistro whiskey
Where do we go with no idea, where do we go on Sunday
One more day thinking about who you were
Trying to figure out what I am
How do you do it on Monday, how do you do it if you stay here
On some random day I'll remember
To forget you inside a trash can
It's Tuesday, that's how life goes
One day you touch the sky and the next you're down the toilet
I'll say it right here, I don't drink anymore
Three days and then it's suddenly the weekend
Remembering us in the Gone with the Wind movie
I don't give a damn, you tell me
Tomorrow's another day, I tell you
It slides like dipping soap
You want me to swallow your vanity
You drip charm and I don't feel like soaking my soul
You whine about my few commitments when it comes to care and philosophy
But it doesn't touch me for a single moment anymore
Not even the thought of who you are
On some random day I'll remind you
To forget me inside a trash can