Stuck In a Car With You

It was in the sunshine And sick of searching Because 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