Month Of Sundays

It`s incredible the way you made me look forward to another miserable day. And from the days to weeks to months, you`d be surprised how it adds up to this ugliness now that you`re gone. I thought time would trade this hopelessness for love, and I believe that they both feel identical. I`m counting back the other ways I hate you. It always happens that way. And I would love to change your mind, but I never fucking tried. I`m laughing, well you`re not. To cross this line to happiness from hell, I`ll have to do alright with someone else. Now I`m counting backwards, and there`s only you. There`s only you.