Swaying softly Streetlights glowing through my window Trying on each dress I bought for you Do I look pretty when I ask you to hit me? Hands like barbed wire Wrapping 'round my throat, making me cry Like I told you I wanted in the car on the long drive home Baby, we're alone now Sunday morning Everything hurts except for you Except for you ♪ And I like thinking I'm no different from you Different from you, different from you When I go home at night, I think about the ways that I can get out Of the hold you've got me in, of the hold you've got me in You've still got time, waiting on the other side You'll still be alright if you just make it to the other side You'll still be alright, even after all this time You'll still be alright, you'll still be alright Sunday morning Nothing hurts, not even you No, not even you No, not even you