16 weeks till your knocking arrives at my door step I didn't think it'd take so long for you to notice me gone I guess sometimes the timing isn't right But I can't help but feel neglected and replaced It's not just you it's also me I cannot help but read between the lines Tame my hands back, box my words up It's not just me it's also you You find a way to gravitate towards me Tame your hands back, box your words up This declaration might get me in trouble But I am learning not to give a fuck No no no no no Not a single fuck