I'll be over Sunday to cut myself out of your heart, babe
I'll start with the things that remind you of me, then move on, babe
The things that I bought, the things that I thought would be ours, ours to share

But I guess if they're not, then all that I've got now are hours and hours to spare

'Cause I don't know, know, know why you're making me go

Your face in the window is so, so sobering

Truth is I wish for you all of the love in the world

Shouldn't be hard such a terribly beautiful girl
It's just I'm not really used to this
Feeling of uselessness

Holding my heart in a vise
Oh, it tightens and loosens, it tightens and loosens
The more that I ask myself why


'Cause I don't know, know, know why you're making me go
Your face in the window is so, so sobering

And I can just hope, hope
Hope that somewhere down that road
You'll look back and see you were never

Over me, yeah

Be over Sunday to cut myself out of your heart


I'll start with the things that remind you of me, then move on