Everyday Sunday This Time
Everything is coming down
And I can抰 find my way around this town anymore.
So I walked out the door and waited for you to come.
But I couldn抰 figure out what it was for.
So now I抦 looking out still waiting for you to come,
and it seems like I can抰 do anything to help you.
But I抦 doing it all wrong.
I don抰 wanna be here anymore,
but I can抰 do it for you that抯 not what it抯 for.
And I don抰 wanna look at the stars one more time,
and I think I can do it and I抣l be fine.
I said I抦 not giving it to you this time It抯 for God,
nothing more, and I think I抣l be fine.
You tied these strings around me
and choked me up to where I couldn抰 feel anything, and I just wanna move.
I can抰 sit here anymore,
I抦 so sick of the floor, there抯 just something more.
He抯 going back there, back where,
everyone抯 got a line, but if there抯 no love I don抰 want it this time.
I don抰 wanna fight it anymore, so here I am, and I抦 not yours.
I said I don抰 wanna do it for you this time.
