Next Sunday The sunbeam shines through my window reflects a picture of me and you so happily that no one can ever know paper dolls and magazines, baby pictures and movie scenes there are so many things that remind me of you little blonde girls playing hopscotch across from my street at their bus stop i bet those are the things that you used to do and as i sit back and watch t.v. every program has a silly scene and i just can't escape thinking of you
there are those things that i could live without but it doesn't phase me i just block it out you're the one i know for sure you're the one i've been searching for and after all is said and done i'll see you at my door
summer hangouts, the days we had
sunday movies were not that bad to make up for the time that i missed you and i'll wait up by the phone for you to call me back after i called you but it seems sometimes i'll be waiting here forever and if i know you, you say you know me because it all ends up like we're on t.v. cause it's good at first but then we run out of ideas and the truth only hurts, when you're too proud to say it first but by then i already feel like it's too late
there are those things that i could live without but it doesn't phase me i just block it out you're the one i know for sure you're the one i've been searching for and after all is said and done i'll see you at my door