I Hate This Song
// October 21st, 2008 // No Comments » // Music
Speak with your tongue tied
I know that you’re tired, but
I just want to know where you want to go
I may be sad, but I’m not weak
This situation is bleak, and your
Puffy eyes never lie, your tears come from inside
Until Sunday, I’ll be waiting for an answer
And I guess that yesterday’s
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 don’t need the sadness they have seen
But you’re way too deep to swim
Back up again, but
Somehow I can’t find the moment you said goodbye
Until Sunday, I’ll be waiting for an answer
And I guess that yesterday’s
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
This is becoming a problem, I’m hurting, it’s unfair
But somehow your words, the way that I heard are
Haunting me, you’re under my skin…
You’re breaking in
And the tasteless fights that filled our nights
Are starting to cave in
You’re under my skin…you’re breaking in
And if Sunday’s what it takes to prove
I have nothing else to lose
Until Sunday, I’ll be waiting for an answer
And I guess that yesterday’s
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
