Sunday

Friday we held hands and kissed, Sunday it was over
I'll remember mountain tops, abandoned cars on shoulders

Had my heart, and I asked you not to play with it
Couldn't stop from trying to go through with it
You left me hanging on the line one too many times
But I know I'll be fine
Now you're just a lyric on an album of mine

Friday we held hands and kissed, Sunday it was over
I remember giving up over, over and over

Took the time to see through your true colors
You're just as screwed up as me, if not a little more
I should have left you on the block, from the very top
But now it's gotta stop
Now you're just a memory of a scar on my heart

Friday we held hands and kissed, Sunday it was over
I'll remember that you really weren't hard to get over

Friday we held hands and kissed, Sunday it was over



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Writer(s): Peter Rands
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