Don't put another thing on my plate.
My brain is so full of your face I ache
I counted the hours
since the minute that I drove by you
And I got a scar where she left me,
don't think I'll see her around
So wont you come back Sunday?
Every day's a Monday now that you're gone.
Come back Sunday.
Before I got a minute, the minute was gone.
Think you kinda dug me but other guys are up above me.
Trying to get to you 'cause I let you go.
I like to think I'm a pretty slick guy,
but something in the sunlight between your thighs
turned me into mush with a certified crush on you.
And oh, what a bore I must be.
You're so far ahead of my world.
And it's never been so weird
to be at the bottom looking up.
And I went into this movie of blood and guts
thinking I was the shit, I was all grown up.
And I wonder, if you wonder, what we could be...
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