the first chord's the favorite of everyone indeed 
it rings of possibilities, of all the things you 
thought a song could be 
of all your hopes and dreams 
la dee dee dee dee dee 

the next chord it dissapoints, it dissapoints like me 
it heads in a direction, and it stifles other 
opportunities 
of what the song could mean 
la dee dee dee dee dee 

and now i'm calling you, and it's a sunday, and i'm 
feeling like a whore 
and now i'm telling you, things i've told you, about a 
thousand times before 

the first time i kissed you we heard different things 
for sure 
i thought it was a lovesong yeah, but a short one yeah, 
well you were hearing more 
we both heard different chords 
we're different that's for sure 

and now i'm calling you, and it's a sunday, and i'm 
feeling like a whore 
and now i'm telling you, things i've told you, about a 
thousand times before 
well it's the last time that i'll hurt you i scream, at 
the top of my lungs 

what the hell has happened to the way things used to be 
when freedom meant much more than living harnessed 
gracefully 
and i could tell you that i loved you and believe it 
faithfully, 
dee dee dee dee 

and now i'm calling you, and it's a sunday, and i'm 
feeling like a whore 
and now i'm telling you, things i've told you, about a 
thousand times before 
well it's the last time that i'll hurt you i scream, at 
the top of my lungs