Without You I Don't Like Sundays
Without you I don't like Sundays
I don't read cause I can't think straight
It's like I've been locked out of my own life
I keep going to our favourite places
Can't help thinking if I trace my steps back
Then I'll find a way to put this right
But by the time I find you
Will you still be the person I once knew
Are my words stuck in your head
Is there an imprint of me on the right side of your bed
Will we just stop talking
Will we end up walking
Around this city alone instead
Guess I'll just get the bus home
There's no rush cause I'll be there alone
How do I feel where do I go
Now there's so much time replacing
All the hours that we once wasted
Summer nights we chased oh
It's all too much to face now
Will you still be the same
Are my words stuck in your head
Is there an imprint of me on the right side of your bed
Will we just stop talking
Will we end up walking
Around this city alone instead
Now everything is you
And all my plans have fallen through
Should I take back what I said
Do you want me to forget
Are my words stuck in your head
Is there an imprint of me on the right side of your bed
Will we just stop talking
Will we end up walking
Around this city alone instead
Around this city alone instead
Without you I don't like Sundays
I don't read cause I can't think straight
It's like I've been locked out of my own life
I keep going to our favourite places
Can't help thinking if I trace my steps back
Then I'll find a way to put this right
But by the time I find you
Will you still be the person I once knew
Are my words stuck in your head
Is there an imprint of me on the right side of your bed
Will we just stop talking
Will we end up walking
Around this city alone instead
Guess I'll just get the bus home
There's no rush cause I'll be there alone
How do I feel where do I go
Now there's so much time replacing
All the hours that we once wasted
Summer nights we chased oh
It's all too much to face now
Will you still be the same
Are my words stuck in your head
Is there an imprint of me on the right side of your bed
Will we just stop talking
Will we end up walking
Around this city alone instead
Now everything is you
And all my plans have fallen through
Should I take back what I said
Do you want me to forget
Are my words stuck in your head
Is there an imprint of me on the right side of your bed
Will we just stop talking
Will we end up walking
Around this city alone instead
Around this city alone instead
Without you I don't like Sundays
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Writer(s): Rachel Clark, Isabella Stevenson-olds
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