Secondhand Serenade "I Hate This Song" Слова пісні

I Hate This Song

Speak with your tongue tied,I know that you're tiredBut I just want to know,Where you want to go,I may be sad, But I'm not weak,This situation is bleakAnd your puffy eyes never lie,Your tears come from inside.

Until Sunday I'll be waiting for an answerI guess that yesterday's not good enough for you,You know that I hate this song,You know that I hate this songBecause it was written for you

Drown your fears with meI'm feeling real sorryYour glossy eyes don't needThe sadness they have seenBut you're way too deep to swimBack up againBut somehow I can't findThe moment you said goodbye

Until Sunday I'll be waiting for an answerI guess that yesterday's not good enough for you,You know that I hate this song,You know that I hate this songBecause it was written for you

This is becoming a problem I'm hurting it's unfairBut somehow your words,The way that I heard are haunting me,You're under my skinYou're breaking in,And the tasteless fights that filled our nightsAre starting to cave in,You're under my skinYou're breaking inAnd if Sunday's what it takes to proveI have nothing else to lose

Until Sunday I'll be waiting for an answerI guess that yesterday's not good enough for you,You know that I hate this song,You know that I hate this songBecause it was written for you