It's been seventeen days that I haven't heard from you
My therapist told me that you're running away from me
Where are you, that you won't answer the phone?
You'd better hope it's 'cause you died
Oh, how can this be? You don't want to see me
I stood at your door waiting for you yesterday
Even the walls talk to me about you
If it's been so long that I haven't talked to you
And if they ask me, I pretend that I don't
Baby, it's only your imagination
I keep ordering ramen for two
But we were never really two
I play old voice notes to listen to your voice
Since the day that you left
I don't know why the f*ck you didn't come back
I'm still clinging to something that doesn't exist
Thinking that you forgot me is so sad
Since the day that you left
I don't know why the f*ck you didn't come back
I'm still clinging to something that doesn't exist
Thinking that you forgot me is so sad
How I wish that we could talk without having to shout
You have more imagination than honesty
If I walked away it was only out of necessity
That intensity isn't for me
It's obsession, it's not love
Now the therapist is for both of us
You claim that you love me as if you knew me
I hope that someone sees the situation
How is something that never started going to end?
We're going from bad to worse and nobody believed me
Everyone thinks that the fool and the bad guy is me
I don't know what to do, I go out running
But I see you everywhere
You're crazy like Helga, Hey, Arnold!
Even the walls talk to me about you
You don't get that I need you
And if they ask me I say no
I know that it's not just my imagination
Baby, understand that I'm better alone
So I'm asking you, don't call the phone
That the scars were going to stay
I had to walk away so I wouldn't hurt you
That us keeping on talking doesn't help us
That the scars were going to stay
I had to walk away so I wouldn't hurt you
That us keeping on talking doesn't help us
Baby, I'm crazy and you want a Miss Stacy
I put your song on my playlist
You preferred the basic b*tch
After what you did to me
Staying makes no sense
Hey, wait, I feel like shooting you
And dying with you while I'm at it, f*ck them
And I don't know why the f*ck you didn't come back
That us keeping on talking doesn't help us
Since the day that you left
I don't know why the f*ck you didn't come back
I'm still clinging to something that doesn't exist
Thinking that you forgot me is so sad
That the scars were going to stay
I had to walk away so I wouldn't hurt you
That us keeping on talking doesn't help us
And The Girl from Argentina