I Hate this song
By: Secondhand Serenade
Speak with your tongue tied,
I know that youre tired
But I just want to know,
Where you want to go,
I may be sad, But Im not weak,
This situation is bleak
And you puffy eyes never lie,
Your tears come from inside.
Chorus:
Until Sunday Ill be waiting for an answer
I guess that yesturdays not good enough for you,
You know that I hate this song,
You know that I hate this song
Because it was written for you
Drown your fears with me
I�m feeling real sorry
Your glossy eyes dont need
The sadness they have seen
But youre way too deep to swim
Back up again
But somehow I cant find
The moment you said goodbye
Chorus
This is becoming a problem Im hurting its unfair
But somehow your words,
The way that I heard are haunting me,
Youre under my skin
Youre breaking in,
And the tasteless fights that filled our nights
Are starting to cave in,
Youre under my skin
Youre breaking in
And if Sundays what it takes to prove
I have nothing else to loose
Chorus
