168 Hours I’ll Never Remember – Backseat Goodbye – letras

Seven days is all it takes168 hours I’ll never rememberI told you they wouldn’t stopThe winds of last NovemberThat is at least not until you quitTaking their air as your ownFor such a pretty girlYou give it an awfully, an awfully dirty homeNo, I’m not sleeping with love anymoreShe’s not really my typeAnd she takes up too much space in bed at nightI’m not one for second chancesSince the first never show their faceMy body’s already on the groundAll you have to do is traceAnd we’ll call it evenIsn’t this what you wanted?A life of worryAnd a soul that’s hauntedIsn’t this what you wanted?A life that’s lifelessAnd a soul that’s haunted