[Verse 1]
You will always be the feeling I felt too much, oh
My [?]
Funny you will always come and get the best of
The better of me
Promise not to change up but as time passed
I bettered me
Finally took a look inside the looking glass and I knew then that I saw things
You never see

[Chorus]
Eight days a week, I lost sleep
'Bout the things I hoped and dreamed about for you and me
Eight days a week, I thought deep
'Bout the things I had/hate to think about when love grows weak

[Verse 2]
There's magic in this tragedy
My backpack with that battery
Spend weekends gettin' back to mе
I guess it's what it had to be 'cause

[Chorus]
Eight days a week, I lost sleep
'Bout thе things I hoped and dreamed about for you and me