Interpret:

Secondhand Serenade

Album:

Awake

Speak with your tongue tied, 
I know that you’re tired 
But I just want to know, 
Where you want to go, 
I may be sad, But I’m not weak, 
This situation is bleak 
And your puffy eyes never lie, 
Your tears come from inside. 

Chorus: 
Until Sunday I’ll be waiting for an answer 
I guess that yesturday’s not good enough for you, 
You know that I hate this song, 
You know that I hate this song 
Because it was written for you 

Drown your fears with me 
I’m feeling real sorry 
Your glossy eyes don’t need 
The sadness they have seen 
But you’re way too deep to swim 
Back up again 
But somehow I can’t find 
The moment you said goodbye 

Chorus 

This is becoming a problem I’m hurting it’s unfair 
But somehow your words, 
The way that I heard are haunting me, 
You’re under my skin 
You’re breaking in, 
And the tasteless fights that filled our nights 
Are starting to cave in, 
You’re under my skin 
You’re breaking in 
And if Sundays what it takes to prove 
I have nothing else to loose 

Chorus