Lletres: Maggie Walters. Sundays.

Sorry that I gave you all my Sundays
Oblivious and blind believing everything you said

All the things I never knew I wanted
Chasing me and charming me and sleeping in my bed

And I?m sorry that I gave you all my Sundays
Sunday?s never gonna be the same

Carelessly I drew my own conclusions
Missing pretty chances I was waiting for your call

Foolishly seduced by our illusions
The one who fit so perfectly did not exist at all

So I?m sorry that I gave you all my Sundays

Sunday?s never gonna be the same

Let you wrap your promises around me
Suffocating, choking me in ways I can?t explain

Made you love the little things about me
The very things you loved in me are the things you took away

So I?m sorry that I left you in the morning
But morning?s never would?ve been the same

And I?m sorry that I gave you all my Sundays
Sunday?s never gonna be the same