On my blue Sunday
There′s nothing else that I can do
I throw my troubles awayDon't do nothing I don′t want to
And as your body takes shape
I draw your shadow in my room
I got a lot to take in, nowhere to begin
She told me, she told me:
"Oh no, don't you keep me waiting, baby"
Don't wanna be something
If I gotta sell my wounds to you
Dig up a memory I hate
Get some attention when I do
Now everybody knows best
Only see things how they want to
And when the papers roll in, doesn′t have to be me
But it will, but it will never, it will never be you, oh no
Kick me down, mess me up
A little more than last timе
Kick me down, mess me up
A little more than last time
In the back of my head
Wherе the devils come play
Nothing better than this
I′m not missing a thing
And if you lay me down
Just let me burn instead
And if I get knocked down
I don't wanna go back
In the back of my head
Where the devils come play
Nothing better than this
I′m not missing a thing
In the house that I live
Where I spend all my days
Nothing better than this
I don't miss anything
