Month Of Sundays
Its incredible the way you made me look forward to another miserable day.
And from the days to weeks to months,
youd be surprised how it adds up to this ugliness now that youre gone.
I thought time would trade this hopelessness for love,
and I believe that they both feel identical.
Im counting back the other ways I hate you.
It always happens that way.
And I would love to change your mind, but I never fucking tried.
Im laughing, well youre not.
To cross this line to happiness from hell,
Ill have to do alright with someone else.
Now Im counting backwards, and theres only you.
Theres only you.
