Sunday came without a weekend
I'm hanging over
I left my keys on her table
Watch where you're going because
I'm with the walking dead
I'm dying to et you know
I'm still alive
And the phone rings every hour
Way too loud
Leave me hanging from my rope
Sweetheart, could you save this moment?
I'm begging you
Please stop breaking my heart
No more calls until I start
To live again
I guess I'll see you next weekend