b***** Sunday Lyrics

You're telling me I can be your enemy
Your enemy

Another b***** Sunday
Another sunburn on my skin
Another lesson I begin
Another bridge you've burned
One more lesson you can't learn
Another cold one creeping in

And I don't need you telling me
All these messed up crazy things

You keep telling me I can be your enemy
The truth is so far away
You keep pushing it (further)
Digging it (deeper)
With a pretty face

On the day that your innocence died
You let it rot me away
You're telling me I can be your enemy
That b***** Sunday

The sun still looks the same to me
Out from my back door
Girl, I never knew before

And I don't need you telling me
All these messed up crazy things
You keep telling me I can be your enemy
The truth is so far away
You keep pushing it (further)
Digging it (deeper)
With a pretty face

On the day that your innocence died
You let it rot me away
You're telling me I can be your enemy
That b***** Sunday

You're telling me I can be your enemy
You keep pushing it (further)
Digging it (deeper)
With a pretty face

And I don't need you telling me
All these messed up crazy things
You're telling me I can be your enemy
You keep pushing it (further)
Digging it (deeper)
With a pretty face

On the day that your innocence died
You let it rot me away
That b***** Sunday, that b***** Sunday

You keep telling me I can be your enemy
The truth is so far away
You keep pushing it (further)
Digging it (deeper)

You keep telling me I can be your enemy
The truth is so far away
You keep pushing it (pushing it)
Digging it (digging it)

Another b***** Sunday
Another sunburn on my skin
Another lesson I begin