Letra da Música Sunday A.m de The Soviettes

We're talking early Sunday.
You're standing last. Another bottlecap just hit the
ground. You're almost falling
over, around the corner lies
the one that now just makes
your heart hurt. You're
feeling all alone. Can't talk
to anyone, you need to ride
it out. Feel like there's
nothing left, like they just
took your best.. The air is
thicker, maybe. It doesn't
help you smoked so much your
lungs have had enough. You
know you're almost broken and
at this point it's not "I
want you back" but "could i
go with". So sick of left behind. Too empty now to try.
You've got to ride it out. If
they would have just called
we could have had it all...