It's Sunday afternoon, it all feels the same

Buried under a pillow are my tears and your first name

And how it rhymes with the thoughts I beg

Telling me nothing gets better, it just hurts your head

And please don't leave

Say it in my answering machine

I would crawl away back home

If it would mean you're there

Don't leave, oh-oh, don't leave

Thursday afternoon, no one comes back

You started with an apology and the sentence structure seems to lack

Sympathy and everything I wish I had said

When you don't come home and it seemed that you're dead

And please don't leave

Say it in my answering machine

I would crawl away back home

If it would mean you're there

Don't leave, don't leave