I hate this song

Speak with your tongue tied, I know that you�re tired But I just want to know, Where you want to go, I may be sad, But I�m not weak, This situation is bleak And you puffy eyes never lie, Your tears come from inside. Chorus: Until Sunday I�ll be waiting for an answer I guess that yesturday�s not good enough for you, You know that I hate this song, You know that I hate this song Because it was written for you Drown your fears with me I�m feeling real sorry Your glossy eyes don�t need The sadness they have seen But you�re way too deep to swim Back up again But somehow I can�t find The moment you said goodbye Chorus This is becoming a problem I�m hurting it�s unfair But somehow your words, The way that I heard are haunting me, You�re under my skin You�re breaking in, And the tasteless fights that filled our nights Are starting to cave in, You�re under my skin You�re breaking in And if Sundays what it takes to prove I have nothing else to loose