On one day, you walked away Tuesday You woke up, then you buried me Now Wednesday comes, and you're someone else And by Thursday night, I'm not myself Do I represent or do I repent? Can't apologize for what no one did Now Friday's weak, ending my dreams And then it's Saturday night, and it's wild that I'm still alive There must be something wrong 'Cause everyone's talking, but no one's talking to me Nobody's talking, nobody's talking And I know something's wrong 'Cause everyone's looking, but no one's looking at me Nobody's looking, everyone's talking But no one's talking to me Well, a friend's not a friend at the end of the phone When they're talking about you, a rolling stone This is not how I thought 35 would go Well, I'm two years in to the horror show And I'm clickbait now, in a week or so There'll be nothing left but my fucking bones So I'll play my riffs like a xylophone And you'll probably still fucking come to the show Yeah, I know There must be something wrong 'Cause everyone's talking, but no one's talking to me Nobody's talking, nobody's talking And I know something's wrong 'Cause everyone's looking, but no one's looking at me Nobody's looking, everyone's talking But no one's talking to me Talking (everyone), everyone's talking (everyone) Everyone's talking (everyone), everyone (everyone) There must be something wrong 'Cause no one's talking to me And I know something's wrong 'Cause everyone's looking, but no one's looking at me Nobody's looking, everyone's talking But no one's talking to me No one's talking to me