(The first time I heard the opening lines of this one, all I could do was sit here like eek surprised )
Artist: Butch Walker
Song: #1 Summer Jam
Album: Letters
Don't put another thing on my plate
My brain is so full of your face I ate
I counted the hours
Since the minute that I drove by you
And I got a scar where you saw me
Don't think I'll see her around
So won't ya come back Sunday (come back Sunday)
Everyday's a Monday
Now that you're gone
Come back Sunday (come back Sunday)
Before I got a minute
The minute was gone
Think you kinda dug me
But all the crowd's up above me
Trying to get to you cuz I let you go
I like to think I'm a pretty slick guy
But something in the sunlight between your thighs
Turned me into mush with a certified crush on you
And oh, what a fool I must be
You're so far ahead of my world
So won't ya come back Sunday (come back Sunday)
Everyday's a Monday
Now that you're gone
Come back Sunday (come back Sunday)
Before I got a minute
The minute was gone
Think you mighta liked me
But other guys are up above me
Trying to get to you cuz I let you go
And it's never been so weird
To be at the bottom looking up
And I went into this movie of blood and guts
Thinking I was the s**t, I was all grown up
And I wonder, if you wonder, what we could be
And I got a scar where you saw me
Don't think I'll see her around
So won't ya come back Sunday (come back Sunday)
Everyday's a Monday
Now that you're gone
Come back Sunday (come back Sunday)
Before I got a minute
The minute was gone
Think you kinda dug me
But all the crowd's up above me
Trying to get to you cuz I let you go
