Head Club - Taking Back Sunday

　　Well it's getting colder and you're getting distant

　　and I just keep thinkin

　　that I never meant it to be like this(to be like this)

　　You know what comes next(so do I)

　　You’re begging for a way to gracefully bow out

　　and say goodnight

　　It's worse than you think

　　On your way home you should have known

　　you never listen to me

　　I’m only complaining to keep myself busy, sweetie

　　I’m only complaining to keep myself busy, sweetie

　　I can’t say I blame you

　　but I wish that I could

　　I’m sick of writing every song about you

　　Don't call my name out your window, I'm leaving

　　Don't call my name out your window, (I'm leaving)

　　I'm sick of writing every song,

　　(Don't call my name out your window, I'm leaving)

　　I'm sick of writing every song about you

　　Should have gone on your way home

　　I'm sick of writing every song

　　I'm sick of writing every song about you

　　Should have gone on your way home

　　I'm sick of writing every song

　　I'm sick of writing every song about you

　　(Don't call my name out your window, I'm leaving)

　　(Don't call my name out your window, I'm leaving)

　　I'm leaving,I'm leaving