Texty: The Strokes. The Way It Is.

She was still sleeping
A problem will stay one more day

Said she's not sorry
The wind blows her way
Accidents happen
There's one planned today
Oh, you see

I wish it were not true but that's the way it is
It's not your fault, that's the way it is
I'm sick of you and that's the way it is
And will always be

Wednesday is over, it's over again
Send my goodbyes to the life we won't spend together

I wish it were not true but that's the way it is
It's not your fault, that's the way it is
I'm sick of you and that's the way it is

Oh, but that's not your problem
That's not a problem
That's not my problem
That's not your problem