Leave her on a Sunday night.

Pardon me but do you wanna be rude,

Yes, Be the asshole we know you aren't.

This happened so many times before,

This happened too many times before.

Don't know what's going wrong, Don't know what's goin on.

Can't put into words of feelings

She wouldn't understand, really.

So he fronts like nothing's wrong

And she'll act like nothing's gone.

How can his feelings be invisible to no one but her.

She means much more and he means much less.

She think she knows, but she got no idea.

"9 people alive, no one will look at me!"

"9 million dollars, no one will talk to me!"

Justice isn't justified

Working things aren't simplified.

His heart is in pieces, circles broken.

Morality is all he has left.

Let's keep it real,

Leave her on a Sunday night see how that feels.