These Days

I know you think you hurt me
I guess we can agree
That you could've been the worst thing
But I was already a mess back in January

It isn't all about you
In fact it never really was
Even when I thought I had you
Cause you were already on to the next one

The paint is chipping off the house now
The birds are singing, its gettin cold out
I wrote a letter i don't plan to send
It was more for therapeutic reasons

Maybe i'll start to read the paper
Give Sunday's purpose if i'm able
I know i wasn't always stable
But i always made it

These days summer just turns to winter
Autumn doesn't even bother
But it isn't cause we're not together
You don't control the weather

These days things aren't like they used to be
I used to enjoy your company
But i tend to prefer my own these days
These days