Month Of Sundays — текст песни (A Wilhelm Scream)

It`s incredible the way you made me look forward to another miserable day.
And from the days to weeks to months,
you`d be surprised how it adds up to this ugliness now that you`re gone.
I thought time would trade this hopelessness for love,
and I believe that they both feel identical.
I`m counting back the other ways I hate you.
It always happens that way.
And I would love to change your mind, but I never fucking tried.
I`m laughing, well you`re not.
To cross this line to happiness from hell,
I`ll have to do alright with someone else.
Now I`m counting backwards, and there`s only you.
There`s only you.