Lyrics:

Don't put another thing on my plate

My brain is so full of your face

I ate I counted the hours

Since the minute that I drove by you



And I got a scar where you saw me

Don't think I'll see her around



Come back Sunday (come back Sunday)

Everyday's a Monday

Now that you're gone

Come back Sunday (come back Sunday)

Before I got a minute

The minute was gone

Think you kinda dug me

But other guys are up above me

Trying to get to you cuz I let you go



I like to think I'm a pretty slick guy

But something in the sunlight between your thighs

Turned me into mush with a certified crush on you



And oh, what a fool I must be

You're so far ahead of my world



Chorus



And it's never been so weird

To be at the bottom looking up

And I went into this movie of blood and guts

Thinking I was the shit, I was all grown up

And I wonder, if you wonder, what we could be