Balk

the first chord's the favorite of everyone indeed
it rings of possibilities, of all the things you thought a song could be
of all your hopes and dreams
la dee dee dee dee dee

the next chord it dissapoints, it dissapoints like me
it heads in a direction, and it stifles other opportunities
of what the song could mean
la dee dee dee dee dee

and now i'm calling you, and it's a sunday, and i'm feeling like a whore
and now i'm telling you, things i've told you, about a thousand times before

the first time i kissed you we heard different things for sure
i thought it was a lovesong yeah, but a short one yeah, well you were hearing more
we both heard different chords
we're different that's for sure

and now i'm calling you, and it's a sunday, and i'm feeling like a whore
and now i'm telling you, things i've told you, about a thousand times before
well it's the last time that i'll hurt you i scream, at the top of my lungs

what the hell has happened to the way things used to be
when freedom meant much more than living harnessed gracefully
and i could tell you that i loved you and believe it faithfully,
dee dee dee dee

and now i'm calling you, and it's a sunday, and i'm feeling like a whore
and now i'm telling you, things i've told you, about a thousand times before
well it's the last time that i'll hurt you i scream, at the top of my lungs