Matt Luneburg - 38 Days

(It's been thirty-eight days with a broken heart)

Feel like it's been four years in just nine months
We fell in love but we did it wrong
Now every single night I'm staring at my phone
Every single night you take a stranger home
It's only been eight days and one whole month
(It's been thirty-eight days with a broken heart)

I go from home to the party, walk home like a zombie
Coked up on your heartbeat, your name under my feet
The tears keep on flowing, from coastin' to ghostin'
It's only been eight days and one whole month
(It's been thirty-eight days with a broken heart)

Still writing down our summer plans in my phone
But I'm starting to think you're never coming home
Every single day and every single night, need therapy to keep me half alive
Never knew the summer could be so cold
And withdrawals from you don't make it better, no
Thirty-eight days with a broken heart, it's your sweatshirt that keeps me from falling apart

(It's been thirty-eight days with a broken heart)

Maybe it's time I finally change my flight up (Cause paper planes are bound to fall)
I was gonna surprise you, but I guess the time's wrong (Bad timing had us in a chokehold)
Find another guy to sit up with you in your dorm, at a quarter after three laying on the floor
With a bottle of wine and a missing cork, you can give him my sweatshirt just to keep him warm

And I'm over this party, I can't find a heartbeat
Your hands not on my body, I'm sleeping on the concrete
I lost you, and I hate it, you're knocked out, I'm wasted
It's only been eight days and one whole month, nooo
(It's been thirty-eight days with a broken heart)

Still writing down our summer plans in my phone
But I'm starting to think you're never coming home
Every single day and every single night, need therapy to keep me half alive
Never knew the summer could be so cold
And withdrawals from you don't make it better, no
Thirty-eight days with a broken heart, it's your sweatshirt that keeps me from falling apart

Yeah
Thirty-eight days with a broken heart, it's your sweatshirt that keeps me from falling apart
No no no no
Oh oh oh oh
Thirty-eight days, thirty-eight day, noooo

Written by:
Matthew Luneburg

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