Commuter - Two Weeks Later

Carved your name into the back of my seat
Was way too drunk to hear what you said
Stumbled past Sepulveda Street (It was a boulevard)
Found my way back into my bed

When the room stops spinning
And my feet can touch the floor
The airs been thinning
And I wish this was before

Well the rooms still spinning
I can't take this anymore
There is no winning
Why is love such a bore

Two weeks later I'm on my own
Trying to pick some pieces up
Two weeks later you call my phone
How's it feel to be so alone

I took all your stuff and I threw it away
By throw away I mean look every day
Took a walk down to your favorite cafe (On the boulevard)
Turned around only made it halfway

When the room stops spinning
And my feet can touch the floor
The airs been thinning
And I wish this was before

Well the rooms still spinning
I can't take this anymore
There is no winning
Why is love such a bore

Two weeks later I'm on my own
Trying to pick some pieces up
Two weeks later you call my phone
How's it feel to be so alone

Written by:
Blake Milliser

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