Lyrics

Sunday morning when I wake up
You’re not there
I don’t know what to do
So I just stare
At the ceiling watch the fan go
Round and round
Just let last night slowly sink in
And pound

Oh she threw her hands up in despair
She threw her hands up

This ain’t love
You just take advantage of
My sympathy
This ain’t love
You just take advantage of
My sympathy

Hearing dishes being thrown
Into the sink
Empty bottles break as gravity
Always wins
I would move but I think I’d
I’d just fall
By the bed where we would make love
Before it was gone

Oh she threw her hands up in despair
She threw her hands up

This ain’t love
You just take advantage of
My sympathy
This ain’t love
You just take advantage of
My sympathy

Oh she threw her hands up in despair
Oh She threw her hands up in despair
She threw her hands up

This ain’t love
You just take advantage of
My sympathy
This ain’t love
You just take advantage of
My sympathy