When I said I didn't want you, didn't want you to know
When I said I don't need you it was hard to imagine so
Keep on waiting, for seven years
For my life to turn around
The f*ck is your excuse
Well I guess I didn't love you
Like I love my guitar
Thinking back, it's hard to ask love from a heart of tar
People waiting, for Seven years For my life to turn around,
The f*ck is your excuse
Oh, lie
Come on out, the rain is all out it's Sunday
Today you're gonna find out it's muddy, hey
Too bad you're gonna find out about heartbreak
Too bad you'll come to find out it's Monday
When I said I didn't want you, didn't want you to hear
When I said I did need you, you went and disappeared
People waiting, for the seven news
For my face to turn around, try living in my shoes
So this is what I'm left with
After the storm
But it's still grey inside of me
A smile is a chore
Somewhere hiding, in all of this
Is the man I'm to become
When Sunday disappears
Oh, fly
Come on out the rain has dried out it's Sunday
This time the sun will give us a sunray, hey
Drive all of yesterday's pain away
Make way for live and let live on this day, hey
Yeah hey, yeah hey
Yeah, yeah hey, yeah hey
Yeah, yeah hey, yeah hey
Yeah it's Sunday
Yeah it's Sunday
Yeah, yeah hey, yeah hey
Yeah, yeah hey, yeah hey
Yeah, yeah hey, yeah hey
Yeah it's Sunday
Yeah it's Sunday
Yeah, yeah hey, yeah hey
Yeah, yeah hey, yeah hey
Yeah, yeah hey, yeah hey
Yeah it's Sunday
Yeah it's Sunday