These days I don't go out
I spend my weekends alone
Some days I don't get up
I watch the sun go down from my bed
And if I do go out
I will turn a few blocks down
Most days it's floating around
There's no piece of earth I wanna land
In the phone cue
I keep saying the wrong address
Hi there tax lady, I'm sorry
That's the street of my ex
My feet knows their way to your house
There was a time when I lived there too
And in the shop across the street
They still wave when I pass through
Want to turn and tell them all
I need a witness for this coup
Do you think of me now?
Do you think of me then?
Do you think of me now?
What do you think of?"