Stupid Sunday Song

Well, I've done some stupid things that I regret

I wish I had wings, I'd fly right out of this building

And I'd like to speak my mind about it

I'd lay it all on the line if I got out of bed in time

But I'm still lying, yeah I'm still lying

I don't know why, but I'm still lying

Got a sundayhead, the beer taste like

October weather, and the light outside

Is a boring matter of time

But if you would come around I'd shine

I'd be at ease and you'd cross my mind

And kiss this lonely mouth

But you'll stay out, yeah you'll stay out

Sunday night and you'll stay out

Well, I've got these stupid days to waste

I sit and play them away and you say

Well, that's all a matter of taste

But it's just one big countdown to me

I swear it won't be long until

You forget this stupid song

And I'll be gone, yeah I'll be gone

It won't be long until I'm gone

And I'll be gone, yeah I'll be gone

It won't be long until I'm gone