I don't check my phone like I used to Your name don't make my chest hurt (don't hurt no more) Set the table just for one now Silence stopped feeling like a curse Used to pray you'd text me, say you're sorry Now I'm learning how to fill the space (fill it up) Something 'bout the quiet's getting easy Don't even miss the noise you made I'm getting used to weekends by myself And I hate that it don't kill me like before (like it did before) Every hour that I make it through alone Means you're taking up a little less, a little less I'm getting used to weekends by myself Made your favorite dinner out of habit Ate it cold, didn't even cry (didn't even cry) Passed the place we used to go on Sundays Kept driving, didn't wonder why Used to think I'd never stop replaying All the ways I shoulda made you stay (made you stay) Now I'm sitting with the fact you're leaving Feels less heavy every day I'm getting used to weekends by myself And it scares me that it don't break me anymore (don't break me down) Every morning that I wake up and I'm fine Means I'm learning how to live with less, with less (mmh, with less) I'm getting used to weekends by myself Not saying that I'm over it Not saying I don't still see your face when someone laughs that way (laughs like you) Just saying I'm not drowning And maybe that's the saddest part— I'm okay I'm okay (I'm okay now) Saturday don't feel like missing you Sunday morning coffee tastes the same I been learning how to be alone (how to be alone) And part of me don't wanna lose the ache But I'm getting used to weekends by myself
