I know it sounds crazy
But this time next year
I won’t even think about you

(Get used to that chill in your spine
I’m the peace of mind that you’ll never find)
If I’m a map than you’re a book
We’ll retrace all the steps we took
To see where we went wrong

(Chorus)
I know it sounds crazy
But this time next year
I won’t even think about you
How could I have ever cared at all?
And if by chance our cars collide
At 9:05 in late July
Just know that I never planned it out

(Get used to that chill in your spine
I’m the peace of mind that you’ll never find)
This is a game we love to play
Do not pass go, do not get paid
Just go, straight to hell

(Chorus)

And the tires swerve and I am left with
No regrets and my defense is
I just wanted to work things out

Did you, really want to work things out?
(I don’t believe you)
Did you, really want to work things out?
(Well, I don’t believe you)

(Chorus)

And the tires swerve and I am left with
No regrets and my defense is
I just wanted to work things out


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