Seven days is all it takes 168 hours I'll never remember I told you they wouldn't stop The winds of last November That is at least not until you quit Taking their air as your own For such a pretty girl You give it an awfully, an awfully dirty home No, I'm not sleeping with love anymore She's not really my type And she takes up too much space in bed at night I'm not one for second chances Since the first never show their face My body's already on the ground All you have to do is trace And we'll call it even Isn't this what you wanted? A life of worry And a soul that's haunted Isn't this what you wanted? A life that's lifeless And a soul that's haunted