Sunday, rain drops, clock goes tick tock
I used to love Sundays with you, especially rainy ones where we would dance outside without a care in the world, but now that you left, Sundays seem dull, the time almost at a standstill, the clock driving me insane.
I hate myself for staring at the phone
I keep wishing that you will pick up the phone, but all I get is silence.
Kept all your texts, can't erase them
Every time I tried to delete your texts, my heart screams at me saying that it's not right.
I call you up but I know you're not alone
I want to call you to clear things up with you, but I'm pretty sure that the girl next door is enough to tell me everything.
I know that I should not hold on, so why can't I let go?
You were my first serious boyfriend, my first boyfriend that I considered marrying, but I guess that's out of the window...
'Cause every time I'm with you somehow I forget to breathe
You have the ability to somehow make me feel both pissed off and happy.
You got me like a rag doll, now I'm dancing on your string
You've got me under a spell, and I don't know how to break free, it's almost like I can't control myself.
And I keep trying to figure out who you are to me
You don't love me, but when you beg me to stay, I can't help but to stay with you.
But maybe all that we are meant to be
Is beautifully unfinished, beautifully unfinished
You left your kiss like a bruise on my lips
Your fingerprints are tattooed on my skin
And hush now, don't cry, build your walls high
And don't you dare come creeping in
'Cause you're the one that I can't lose
You're the one that I can't win
'Cause every time I'm with you somehow I forget to breathe
You got me like a rag doll,
Now I'm dancing on your string
And I keep trying to figure out who you are to me
But maybe all that we are meant to be
Is beautifully unfinished
And I hate you, and I love you
And I wish you'd go away
And I hate you, and I love you
And I wish that you would stay
'Cause every time I'm with you somehow I forget to breathe
You got me like a rag doll,
Now I'm dancing on your string
And I keep trying to figure out who you are to me
But maybe all that we are meant to be
Is beautifully unfinished, we're beautifully unfinished
I walk out the door, look at you one last time and then I leave for good.
