Lyric Month Of Sundays

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.