Was in the sunshine and sick of searching
'Cause I'm on a mission and an admission of guilt is soon
It's like it's Saturday morning, it's like it's Saturday morning
And I'm caught in a mudslide, stuck in a car with you

And now you want the friction and now you want the friction
Come on and live a little, I want to live a lot with you
And all I'm asking for, yeah, what I'm asking for ain't cruel
It rattled my vision, I want a little perfection too

I don't want your luck
I've got a point to prove
I hate Sundays (I hate Sundays)

Tired of living, tired of living
I thought of quitting 'til I thought about you
I can't admit it, I can't admit it
That I'd be nothing, I'm nothing without you

It's like watching a car crash, the wreckage and impact
Makes it harder to miss you, but I'm gonna crawl back soon
So easy offended, so easy offended
Caught in a downpour, locked out with you

I don't need your luck
I've got a point to prove (I hate Sundays)
So insecure
You've got some nerve
I hate Sundays

Tired of living, tired of living
I thought of quitting 'til I thought about you
I can't admit it, I can't admit it
That I'd be nothing, I'm nothing without you

(Nothing without you)
(Nothing without you)
(Nothing without you)

And now you want the friction and now you want the friction
Come on and live a little, I want to live a lot with you
It's like it's Saturday morning, it's like it's Saturday morning
And I'm caught in a mudslide, stuck in a car with you (you wanted the friction)

Tired of living, tired of living
I thought of quitting 'til I thought about you
I can't admit it, I can't admit it
That I'd be nothing, I'm nothing without you

Nothing without you
Nothing without you