Got to get out of this town with the sound
And I know I can run, I know I can run
‘Cause it sucks you all in and it's killing your friends
And I know they can run, and they know I can run
Mundane Sunday
Kills me again, yeah, it kills me again
‘Cause I'm sick in the head and on fire again
And I'm burning again, yeah, I'm burning again
All right
Play my six string on the weekends for the people
As they come around
I can't dance, but I can sing
Write on the walls as I'm burning my cloths
But nobody knows, yeah, but nobody knows
As I wait by your door, fall asleep on the floor
But nobody knows, yeah, but nobody knows
But you don't even know how much I love you, oh yes, I do
But you don't even know how much I love you
Play my six string on the weekends for the people
As they come around
I can't dance, but I can say that
I'm alright
I'm alright (when I'm not here)
Yeah I'm alright (when I'm not there)
I'm alright
But you don't even know how much I love you, oh yes, I do
But you don't even know how much I love you
You don't even know how much I love you tonight
