I Think I Miss You Most on Sundays

I think I miss you most on Sundays Bottle up and explode Living on minimum wage Time goes by fast then slow Between the time that I would see you again Stayed in bed, don't go home I'll give you all my love and attention Caffeinated in the sunshine See all your ex lovers, yours and mine Up the street, that old movie spot We'd make out, and we'd never get caught Yeah, we'd never get caught They say that's just how it goes Shit breaks, and people leave I'd still see eternity One day soon we will break free I'll visit you at work, you can watch me sing At that old bar where no one listens Leaving broke after a show The punks are drunk and they're barely with it Crucified but I'll resurrect, so I think I'll miss you most on Sundays I think I'll miss you most on Sundays I think I'll miss you most on Sundays I think I'll miss you most on Sundays