Lyrics The Sunday Drivers

The Sunday Drivers

Stupid Boy

There's no excuse, can't find an excuse

I'm blaming all the things you do

Still fed up of playing your games

I'm on the other side today and everyday

The floor is moving under me

I keep the light on, I can't sleep

I'm dealing with myself again

Stupid boy lying on my bed

A single line and it's not mine

There's too much lost and there's gonna be more

Another song to play alone

A better life, it was the very first lie but was mine