(Verse 1)You say you’re leaving when the morning comes,But you’re still dancing to my heavy drums.I left my sweater on your bedroom floor,Just so you look at it and want some more.It’s not a prison, it’s a velvet cage,We keep on turning to the exact same page.You like the way I blur your foggy mind,The sweetest poison that you’ll ever find.(Pre-Chorus)(Beat slows down slightly, spacey reverb on vocals)You say you're tired, but you stay awake.Another promise that we’re gonna break.I own your nights, I own your lazy daze.Let’s just count the ways...(Chorus)(Smooth electronic drop. Deep, rolling bassline and relaxed claps)Monday, you’re looking for my face.Tuesday, we’re drifting out of space.Wednesday, you say you need some peace.Thursday, you’re begging for release.Friday, you think that you are free.Saturday, you’re high on memories.Sunday... Sunday, you’re back in my bed.Living rent-free inside your head.Just days. Just days.We’re just killing days.(Verse 2)(A subtle, pulsing synth arpeggio joins the beat)Your friends keep saying I’m a red-flag zone,But you still call me on your midnight phone.We’re like a slow-motion car crash scene,Beautiful, toxic, and so serene.I take your time and I don't give it back,We’re spinning round on a broken track.You don’t even care if it’s wrong or right,As long as I hold you tight.(Pre-Chorus)(Vocals sound dreamy and layered)You say you're tired, but you stay awake.Another promise that we’re gonna break.I own your nights, I own your lazy daze.Watch me count the ways...(Chorus)(Full chill-electronic beat, very hypnotic and catchy)Monday, you’re looking for my face.Tuesday, we’re drifting out of space.Wednesday, you say you need some peace.Thursday, you’re begging for release.Friday, you think that you are free.Saturday, you’re high on memories.Sunday... Sunday, you’re back in my bed.Living rent-free inside your head.(Bridge)(The drums drop out. Only a warm, echoey electric piano plays. Vocals are whispered)Day one... you missed me.Day two... you kissed me.Day three... you said we’re done.Day four... you missed the fun.Day five... you’re lonely.Day six... you call me your "only".Day seven...We do it all over again.(Soft electronic swell brings back the gentle beat)(Chorus)(Vibe is now completely relaxed, smooth and fading out)Monday, you’re looking for my face.Tuesday, we’re drifting out of space.Wednesday, you say you need some peace.Thursday, you’re begging for release...(Outro)(The beat slowly fades. Only the warm synth pad remains)Just days.Twenty-four hours.Seven days a week.We’re just wasting time, babe.And you love it.
