I don't believe in Sundays

“better off without him”

your flowers are dead

yellow, pale, and old and thin

my tears are in bed

and i’m blue, and tosseled, old and thin

your friends say, “you’re better off without him”

i take it in stride

but i’m ugly, tired, mad, and grim

i black out and hide

but you smile, laugh, your happy wins

your friends say, “you’re better off without him”

i torture myself with pictures painted from the past

but that didn’t last

it’s rotten, spoiled, off center track

your friends say, “you’re better off without him”

you won’t bother with me

you say i’m young, i’m feisty, i’m naive 

your friends say, “you’re better off!”

your friends say, “you’re better off without him”

take me down

yeah please just fake it

tell me lies

my heart can take it

what we are is what you make it now

love is ours but yet unwritten

save my heart from all this sinking

please don’t don’t don’t say goodbye

your friends say, “you’re better off without him”