It's not the end of feeling like I'll quit. I swear it's been a long and lonely week, And I didn't need to hear I'd known the wrong you. I don't believe a single thing you do. So I go up along the rooftops. I hear the dog bark, but I'm not coming down. So when are you going to quit? I know this can't be good for me. Beyond the lonely lines there is a place that suits me well, But it doesn't feel quite right Because there is someone I can't tell Who means the world to me. And though it's only been two weeks, I'm feeling life again, I'm feeling okay. I swear I saw you yesterday. It hasn't been a whole night and a day. When I go up along the rooftops, I'm coming down, but only when you're here. So wait up, I'm throwing up. I know there's something wrong with me. So when the week ends, I'll be where your revival starts and mine will end