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
(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
(you're breaking in)

And if Sunday's what it takes to prove I have nothing else to lose

Until Sunday I'll be waiting for an answer
(waiting for an answer)
I guess that yesterday's not good enough for you
(for you, oh)

You know that I hate this song
You know that I hate this song
Because it was written for you