Sunday A.M. letra

We're talking early Sunday.
You're standing last. Another bottlecap just hit the
ground. You're almost falling
over, around the corner lies
the one that now just makes
your heart hurt. You're
feeling all alone. Can't talk
to anyone, you need to ride
it out. Feel like there's
nothing left, like they just
took your best.. The air is
thicker, maybe. It doesn't
help you smoked so much your
lungs have had enough. You
know you're almost broken and
at this point it's not "I
want you back" but "could i
go with". So sick of left behind. Too empty now to try.
You've got to ride it out. If
they would have just called
we could have had it all...

The Soviettes - Letras

• #1 Is Number Two
• 1308
• 9th St.
• Angel A
• B Squad
• Blue Stars
• Bottom's Up, Bottomed Out
• Channel X
• Clueless
• Come On Bokkie!
• Cuff Wars
• Don't Say No
• Go Lambs Go!
• Goes Down Easy
• Gossip@Whogivesashit.com
• Gotta Decide
• Her Neon Heart
• Hot Sauced And Peppered
• In The Red
• Latchkey
• Love Song
• Matt's Song
• Middle Of The Night
• Multiply And Divide
• Paranoia! Cha-Cha-Cha
• Pass The Flashlight
• Photograph
• Portland
• Sandbox
• Sixty Days
• Sunday A.M.
• Tailwind
• Ten
• The Land Of The Clear Blue Radio
• The Nine To Life
• There's a Banana In My Ear
• Thin Ice
• Thinking of You
• Together
• Tonight
• Undeliverable
• What Did I Do?
• Whatever You Want
• Whoa!
• Winning Is For Losers