don't put another thing on my plate
my brain is so full of your face, I ate
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

come back sunday (come back sunday)
everydays a monday
now that you're gone
come back sunday (come back sunday)
before I got a minute
the minute was gone
think you kinda dug me
but the 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

come back sunday (come back sunday)
everdays a monday
now that you're gone
come back sunday (come back sunday)
before I got a minute
the minute was gone

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

Writer : WALKER, BUTCH
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing