I used to drink every night. Now I just drink on Wednesdays, stirring the ashes of love.
I used to cry every night. Now I just cry on Wednesdays, stirring the ashes of love.
Well I could get over you, but I don’t want to, because missing you is all I have left.
I should forget you, but I don’t want to.
I just don’t want to.
I once was happy every night. Now only on Wednesdays, while I’m stirring the ashes of love.

