Categoria : Nazione
I feel terrible, sunlight's hurting my eyes.
So I pull the shades and I make my place as black as night
I feel miserable, and I'm missing you and me.
Another Sunday morning all alone underneath these sheets.
No, I'm not hungover it's true, but I'm still not over you.
All messed up. All strung out. I was sitting at home breaking down.
Not out there getting high underneath some neon lights.