Blue Sunday

On my blue Sunday There's nothing else that I can do I throw my troubles away Don't do nothing I don't want to And as your body takes shape I draw your shadow in my room I got a lot to take in and nowhere to begin She told me, she told me, oh, no Don't you keep me waiting, baby Don't want to be something If I gotta sell my wounds to you Dig up a memory I hate Get some attention when I do Now everybody knows best Only see things how they want to But when papers roll in, doesn't have to be me But it will, but it will never It will never be you, oh no Kick me down, mess me up A little more than last time Kick me down, mess me up A little more than last time (in the back of my head) Where the devils come play Nothing better than this I'm not missing a thing And if you lay me down Just let me burn instead And if I get knocked down I don't want to go back Ah, ah In the back of my head Where the devils come play Nothing better than this I'm not missing a thing In the house that I live Where I spend all my days Nothing better than this I don't miss anything