Month of Sundays

It's incredible the way you made me look forward to another miserable day
And from the days to weeks to months
You'd be surprised how it adds up to this ugliness now that you're gone
I thought time would trade this hopelessness for love
And I believe that they both feel identical
I'm counting back the other ways I hate you
It always happens that way
And I would love to change your mind, but I never f**king tried
I'm laughing, well you're not
To cross this line to happiness from hell
I'll have to do alright with someone else
Now I'm counting backwards, and there's only you
There's only you