I Hate This Song - Secondhand Serenade

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 our 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 else 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