Evanescence One Week Lyrics

One Week Lyrics

It’s been one week since you looked at me.
Cocked your head to the
side
and said I’m angry.
Five days since you laughed at me saying,

Get that together come back and see me.
Three days since the living
room,
I realized it’s all my fault, but couldn’t tell
you.
Yesterday you’d forgiven me
But it’ll still be two
days till I say I’m sorry.

Hold it now and watch the
hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You’ll think you’re
looking at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish,
Although I like the Chalet
Swiss
I like the sushi 
‘Cause it’s never touched a frying
pan

Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like Leann
Rimes
Because I’m all about value
Bert Kaempfert’s got the
mad hits
You try to match wits
You try to hold me but I bust
through

Gonna make a break and take a fake
I’d like a stinkin,
achin shake 
I like vanilla, It’s the finest of the flavors
Gotta
see the show,
Cause then you’ll know
The Vertigo is gonna
grow
Cause it’s so dangerous,
You’ll have to sign a
waiver

How can I help it if I think you’re funny when
you’re mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I’m
the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can’t understand what I
mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my
sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt

It’s been one
week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air and said
you’re crazy
Five days since you tackled me
I’ve still got
the rug burns on both my knees
It’s been three days since the
afternoon
You realized it’s not my fault not a moment too
soon
Yesterday you’d forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait till
you say you’re sorry

Chickity China the Chinese chicken
You
have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin’
Watchin X-Files with no
lights on,
We’re dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man’s in
this one
Like Harrison Ford I’m getting Frantic
Like Sting
I’m Tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy

Like Kurosawa
I make mad films
Okay I don’t make films
But if I did they’d
have a samurai
Gonna get a set of better clubs
Gonna find the kind with
tiny nubs
Just so my irons aren’t always flying off the
backswing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
Cause that cartoon has got
the boom anime babes
That make me think the wrong thing

How can I
help it if I think you’re funny when you’re mad
Trying hard
not to smile though I feel bad
I’m the kind of guy who laughs at a
funeral
Can’t understand what I mean?
You soon will
I have a
tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my
shirt

It’s been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your
arms to your sides and said I’m sorry
Five days since I laughed at
you and said
You just did just what I thought you were gonna do
Three
days since the living room
We realized we’re both to blame, but what
could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
Cause it’ll still be
two days till we say we’re sorry

It’ll still be two days
till we say we’re sorry
It’ll still be two days till we say
we’re sorry
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