I Hate This Song

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

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

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 left to lose

Until Sunday I'll be waiting for an answer

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