Laura Dalla

Seven Months

Been seven months since we broke up
Calling on my phone but I don't
Give a damn on who you with
Give a break let me be

Overreact every little thing
I'm not trying to sound mean
It's a known fact we don't fit
You'll be just fine without it

Drank ten glasses of red wine
Then you show up at my door
Sigh

You just keep
Giving me
Something to lose sleep
All these empty streets and lights are blinding me

I just feel
Like we are
Scene of a movie
Repeating all mistakes that I've alredy seen
I'm through, oh

I caught all those shades that baby you posted
And I pinky promise that I'll stop writting songs
You alredy had been broken
But baby, that's not my burden

I'm tired of this break up, make up thing
I'm not a little girl anymore you see
I want the real deal
Bet you don't know how this feels

Drank then glasses of red wine
Then you show up at my door
Sigh

You just keep
Giving me
Something to lose sleep
All these empty streets and lights are blinding me

I just feel
Like we are
Scene of a movie
Repeating all mistakes that I've alredy seen
I'm through, oh