I hate Sundays worse than you
Too naive, know how to lose
Something gets in the way
Its not so bad
If you hate to play
I'm not scared, my heart is black
Cannot tell if I feel sad
Something gets in the way
Its not so bad
If you stay away
In my head, sunshine
In my head, sunshine
In my head, sunshine
In my head, sunshine
I hurt too much, it makes me sick
This is the only way it fits
Something gets in the way
Its not so bad
If you stay away
In my head, sunshine
In my head, sunshine
In my head, sunshine
In my head, sunshine
I hate Sundays worse than you
Too naive to know how to lose
Sunday is in the way
Its not so bad
If you stay away
In my head, sunshine
In my head, sunshine
In my head, sunshine
In my head, sunshine
Sunshine
Sunshine
Sunshine