Maggie Walters Sundays
Sorry that I gave you all my Sundays
Oblivious and blind believing everything you said
All the things I never knew I wanted
Chasing me and charming me and sleeping in my bed
And I’m sorry that I gave you all my Sundays
Sunday’s never gonna be the same
Carelessly I drew my own conclusions
Missing pretty chances I was waiting for your call
Foolishly seduced by our illusions
The one who fit so perfectly did not exist at all
So I’m sorry that I gave you all my Sundays
Sunday’s never gonna be the same
Let you wrap your promises around me
Suffocating, choking me in ways I can’t explain
Made you love the little things about me
The very things you loved in me are the things you took away
So I’m sorry that I left you in the morning
But morning’s never would’ve been the same
And I’m sorry that I gave you all my Sundays
Sunday’s never gonna be the same
