Stuck In a Car With You

Was in the sunshine

And sick of searching

'Cause I'm on a mission

And an admission of guilt is soon

It's like it's Saturday morning

It's like it's Saturday morning

And I'm caught in a mudslide

Stuck in a car with you

And now you want the friction

And now you want the friction

Come on and live a little

I want to live a lot with you

And all I'm asking for, yeah, what I'm asking for ain't cruel

It rattled my vision

I want a little perfection too

I don't want your luck

I've got a point to prove

I hate Sundays

(I hate Sundays)

Tired of living, tired of living

I thought of quitting till I thought about you

I can't admit it, I can't admit it

That I'd be nothing, I'm nothing without you

It's like watching a car crash

The wreckage and impact

Makes it harder to miss you

But I'm gonna crawl back soon

So easy offended

So easy offended

Caught in a downpour

Locked out with you

I don't need your luck

I've got a point to prove

(I hate Sundays)

So insecure

You've got some nerve

I hate Sundays

Tired of living, tired of living

I thought of quitting till I thought about you

I can't admit it, I can't admit it

That I'd be nothing, I'm nothing without you

Nothing without you

Nothing without you

Nothing without you

And now you want the friction

And now you want the friction

Come on and live a little

I want to live a lot with you

It's like it's Saturday morning

(And now you want the friction)

It's like it's Saturday morning

(And now you want the friction)

And I'm caught in a mudslide

(And now you want the friction)

Stuck in a car with you

Tired of living, tired of living

I thought of quitting till I thought about you

I can't admit it, I can't admit it

That I'd be nothing, I'm nothing without you

Nothing without you

Nothing without you