| It’s Sunday morning I’m afraid to wake up
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| cause i know i ain’t sleeping alone
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| i can’t turn over i can’t open my eyes
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| and i don’t think i will till your gone
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| I don’t wanna care, i don’t wanna care
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| I should have never let out
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| I don’t wanna care
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| I thought the morning would heal me
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| but every things changed, every things changed
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| I thought tomorrow was easy
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| but now it’s today, now it’s today
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| and i feel caught like a cat in a box
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| clawing to escape
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| regrets are such a bitch,
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| this bitch is a teacher,
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| this teachers a bitch
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| I’m such a sucker for some crooked teeth
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| and a pair of skinny black jeans
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| Wondering i don’t care
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| two drinks i just dare
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| I should have never had the few
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| and i saw you standing there
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| I thought the morning would heal me
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| but every things changed, every things changed
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| I thought tomorrow was easy
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| but now it’s today, now it’s today
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| and i feel caught like a cat in a box
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| clawing to escape
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| Kinda hoped that you’re leaving
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| is it wrong to hope that you’re leaving
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| not believing
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| I thought the morning would heal me
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| but every things changed, every things changed
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| I thought tomorrow was easy
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| but now it’s today, now it’s today
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| and i feel caught like a cat in a box
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| clawing to escape |