Butch Walker

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 she left me
Don't think I'll see her around
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 other guys are up above me
Trying to get to you cuz I let you go